Do you think that I can ever forget that you and my father between you broke my mother's heart, and made it necessary for me to be brought up without friends, ashamed of my name and of my history?
One does not forget these things.

I bear you no ill will, but I wish that you would go away." She sat there quite quietly, listening to me.
"Guy," she said, when I had finished, "all that you speak of happened many years ago.

There is forgiveness for everybody, isn't there?
You and I are almost alone in the world.

I want to be your friend.

You might find me a more powerful one than you think.