You've told me quite enough, I should think, considering it's about my own sister.' 'But, Lydia, do listen to me, my poor girl! Try and quiet yourself, and listen to me.

There's nothing more of Bower's telling; he didn't say any more; and there was more harm in his way of telling it than in the story itself.

But I have something to tell you that I've found out myself.' She looked him in the face.

Her hand she had drawn away.
'And _you_ are going to say harm of Thyrza!' she said under her breath, eyeing him as though he were her deadliest enemy.
'Think and say of me what you like, Lydia.

I've got something that I must tell you; if I don't, I'd a deal better never have said anything at all.