"I have feared you might be studying too hard.

I hope you threw away your books whilst you were at the sea-side." "I did, but it was because I found little pleasure in them.

It was not rest that took the place of reading." "Are your difficulties of a kind you could speak of to me ?" he asked, with some hesitation.
She kept her eyes lowered, and her fingers writhed nervously on the arm of the chair.
"My only fear would be lest you should think my troubles unreal.

Indeed it is so hard to make them appear anything more than morbid fancies.
They are traceable, no doubt, to my earliest years.

To explain them fully, I should have to tell you circumstances of my life which could have little interest for you." "Tell me--do," Waymark replied earnestly.
"Will you let me ?" she said, with a timid pleasure in her voice.