They would never be able to understand that she had taken the trouble to climb over two post-and-rail fences only for the fun of being reckless.

Indeed even as I talked chaffingly I was greatly struck myself by the fact.
She retorted that once one was dead what horrid people thought of one did not matter.

It was said with infinite contempt; but something like a suppressed quaver in the voice made me look at her again.

I perceived then that her thick eyelashes were wet.

This surprising discovery silenced me as you may guess.