I despise it.

Take it back." "There's something in it for you, a paper with writing on it; Lieutenant Beverley wrote it on there.

It's shut up between the leaves about the middle." "Sh-s-sh! not so loud, the guard'll hear you," Alice breathlessly whispered, her whole manner changing instantly.

She was trembling, and the color had been whisked from her face, as the flame from a candle in a sudden draught.
She found the note and read it a dozen times without a pause, her eyes leaping along the lines back and forth with pathetic eagerness and concentration.

Presently she sat down on the bench and covered her face with her hands.