I can't really tell her; I can't tell her the details; it 's too painful! But you know what I mean! I could n't stand it any longer.

I thought of going away--but I could n't do that.

I must come and say what I feel.

I can't bear it now." This outbreak of a passionate sense of injury in a man habitually so undemonstrative, so little disposed to call attention to himself, had in it something at once of the touching and the terrible.

Bernard, for an instant, felt almost bewildered; he asked himself whether he had not, after all, been a monster of duplicity.