I cannot tell how it was.

I began to speak, and then I forgot that she was there, and told all." "She made you tell her, by her secret arts," said Sister Paul in a low voice.
"No--I was lonely and I believed that she was good, and I felt that I must speak.

Then--I cannot think how I could have been so mad--but I thought that we should never meet again, and I showed her a likeness of him.

She turned on me.

I shall not forget her face.