She had never lied to him.

She could not lie to him.

"I wish you knew my heart towards you," she said, "with all and everything in it." "I know your heart well, but I want to know your mind.

Why would you persuade me not to go out among my poor ?" "Because it will be bad for you to be out alone in the dark lanes, in the mud and wet, thinking of your sorrow.

You will brood over it till you will lose your senses through the intensity of your grief.