Yet I don't want to be wrong," she the next moment broke out "I don't, I don't want to be wrong!" "To make a mistake, you mean ?" Oh no, she meant nothing of the sort; she knew but too well what she meant.

"I don't make mistakes.

But I perpetrate--in thought--crimes." And she spoke with all intensity.

"I'm a most dreadful person.

There are times when I seem not to mind a bit what I've done, or what I think or imagine or fear or accept; when I feel that I'd do it again--feel that I'd do things myself." "Ah, my dear!" the Colonel remarked in the coolness of debate.
"Yes, if you had driven me back on my 'nature.' Luckily for you you never have.