It might--frighten her, Simmy, and God knows I wouldn't harm her by word or deed for anything on earth.

Only she wouldn't understand.

D'you see ?" He shook Simmy as a dog would have shaken a rat, not in anger but to emphasise his seriousness.
"By Jove, George,--I'd like to believe that of you," chattered Simmy.
"Well, you can believe it.

I'm not ashamed to confess what I'm doing.

You may call me a baby, a fool, a crank or whatever you like,--I don't care.
I've just got to see her, and this is the only way.