I've been away so long.

All is changed.

I don't know how to take girls.

I'm ill--and unhappy.

But if I could be your friend and could help you a little--please you--why it'd be good for me." "Daren, they tell me you're going to die," she returned, breathlessly.
Her glance was brooding, dark, pregnant with purple fire.
"Bessy, don't believe all you hear.