How cruel that was of you, Thyrza! You might have got so bad you couldn't send; you might have died before I could know anything.

Dear, you don't love me as I love you.

I couldn't have given you that pain, no, not for any one, not for any one in the world.

Oh, why didn't you let me go away with you?
I'd have gone anywhere; I'd have done anything you asked me.

Are you sure you're well again?
Do you feel strong ?--What is it ?' Thyrza had let herself sink upon a chair, and her face, which had indeed been strangely colourless, was for a moment touched with pain.
But she laughed.
'It's only with exciting myself so, Lyddy.