There are all sorts of reasons I can't tell you; and it's practically settled.

It's better for me, much; and I've only kept on at Cocker's for _you_." "For me ?" Making out in the dusk that he fairly blushed, she now measured how far he had been from knowing too much.

Too much, she called it at present; and that was easy, since it proved so abundantly enough for her that he should simply be where he was.

"As we shall never talk this way but to- night--never, never again!--here it all is.

I'll say it; I don't care what you think; it doesn't matter; I only want to help you.