Told it rapidly, now and then confusedly, but with omission of nothing essential.

So often she had reviewed her life, at successive stages of culture and self-knowledge.

Every step had been debated in heart and conscience.

She had so much to say, yet might not linger in the narration, and feared to seem eager in the excuse of what she had done.

To speak of these things to one of her own sex was in itself a great relief, yet from time to time the recollection that she was betraying Denzil's Secret struck her with cold terror.