I suppose I'm standing in the way of your highest interest, but I can't help it.

We took each other for better or worse, and you must try to bear with me--" She broke off and began to cry.
"Stop it!" shouted March.

"I tell you I never cared anything for Fulkerson's scheme or entertained it seriously, and I shouldn't if he'd proposed to carry it out in Boston." This was not quite true, but in the retrospect it seemed sufficiently so for the purposes of argument.
"Don't say another word about it.

The thing's over now, and I don't want to think of it any more.

We couldn't change its nature if we talked all night.