But she jumped up, and caught me by the hand, and threw herself upon my bosom, with her face all wet with tears.
'Oh, John, I will tell you.

I will tell you.

Only don't be angry, John.' 'Angry! no indeed,' said I; 'what right have I to be angry with you, because you have your secrets?
Every chit of a girl thinks now that she has a right to her secrets.' 'And you have none of your own, John; of course you have none of your own?
All your going out at night--' 'We will not quarrel here, poor Annie,' I answered, with some loftiness; 'there are many things upon my mind, which girls can have no notion of.' 'And so there are upon mine, John.

Oh, John, I will tell you everything, if you will look at me kindly, and promise to forgive me.

Oh, I am so miserable!' Now this, though she was behaving so badly, moved me much towards her; especially as I longed to know what she had to tell me.