John, glancing once up at them, hurriedly moved on.
"Stay; you will come and see us, Mr.Halifax?
Promise!" "If you wish it." "And promise, too, that under all circumstances you will tell me, as you did this morning, the 'plain truth'?
Yes, I see you will.
Good-bye." The iron gates closed upon her, and against us.

We took our silent way up to the Mythe to our favourite stile.

There we leaned--still in silence, for many minutes.
"The wind is keen, Phineas; you must be cold." Now I could speak to him--could ask him to tell me of his pain.
"It is so long since you have told me anything.

It might do you good." "Nothing can do me good.

Nothing but bearing it.