"I dare say I should have lived, too.

And my father would not have hated to look at me.

I dare say I should have had a strong back.

Draw the curtain again." Mary did as she was told and returned to her footstool.
"She is much prettier than you," she said, "but her eyes are just like yours--at least they are the same shape and color.

Why is the curtain drawn over her ?" He moved uncomfortably.
"I made them do it," he said.