I put food in his room, and nobody knew about it.

Perhaps you don't believe me; if he could speak, he'd tell you someone did, and it was me.' Lydia covered her face and wept.

Mary, drawing nearer, went on with broken voice: 'I've been very much to blame, Lydia.

I've been hard and unforgiving.
But that night when you told me you hated me, I wanted to say how sorry I was for you.

I never spoke a word against Thyrza, not a word.