I am sick to try." She moved toward the door slowly.

"Don't tell him," she said, stopping before it.
"I'll tell nobody, but I am angry.

Let us arrive." She marched to the piano, laid the music on it, and marched out.
"By the way, Fanny," I whispered, "the bonnet and shawl are yours, if you need them." "I guess I do," she whispered back.
When I returned to my room, I found it in order and the bundles removed.
One day some Surrey friends called.

They told me I had changed very much, and I inferred from their tone they did not consider the change one for the better.
"How much Veronica has improved," they continued, "do not you think so ?" "You know," she interrupted, "that Cassandra has been dangerously ill, and has barely recovered." Yes, they had heard of the accident, everybody had; Mr.Morgeson must be a loss to his family, a man in the prime of life, too.
"The prime of life," Veronica repeated.
She was asked to play, and immediately went to the piano.

Strange girl; her music was so filled with a wild lament that I again fathomed my desires and my despair.