I'll do some mischief.

I won't bear it; I can't bear it; I shall die if I try to bear it!' The observer stood with her hand upon her own bosom, looking at the girl, as one afflicted with a diseased part might curiously watch the dissection and exposition of an analogous case.
The girl raged and battled with all the force of her youth and fulness of life, until by little and little her passionate exclamations trailed off into broken murmurs as if she were in pain.

By corresponding degrees she sank into a chair, then upon her knees, then upon the ground beside the bed, drawing the coverlet with her, half to hide her shamed head and wet hair in it, and half, as it seemed, to embrace it, rather than have nothing to take to her repentant breast.
'Go away from me, go away from me! When my temper comes upon me, I am mad.

I know I might keep it off if I only tried hard enough, and sometimes I do try hard enough, and at other times I don't and won't.
What have I said! I knew when I said it, it was all lies.

They think I am being taken care of somewhere, and have all I want.
They are nothing but good to me.