So if she's shot it will be all my fault." His voice broke, and, covering his face with his hands, he turned his back on the bed and its occupant.
Radmore stared at the small heaving back.

There could be no doubt that Timmy was speaking the truth _now_.

"All right," he said quickly.

"I'll do what you want, Timmy.

So cheer up! I suppose you've got a big basket in which you can put your cat and her kittens?
While I put on some clothes, you can go and get her ready.