I don't want you to pity me for it," she said, forestalling a politeness from Mrs.March.

"I'm the last one to be thought of, and you mustn't mind me if I try to make you.

I came to find out all of the truth that I can, and when I know just what that is I shall know what to do.

I have read the inquest; it's all burned into my brain.

But I don't care for that--for myself: you must let me say such things without minding me.