You're expected to slave just the same, day after day, whether you're feeling well or not." This indirect and querulous mode of making known her grievances was characteristic of the girl.

Julian bore with it very patiently.
"Haven't you been feeling well ?" he asked, with the same kindness.
"Well, no, I haven't.

My head fairly splits now, and this sun isn't likely to make it any better." "Let us cross to the shady side." "'Twon't make any difference; I can't run to get out of the way of horses." Julian was silent for a little.
"Why didn't you write to me in the week ?" she asked presently.

"I'm sure it would be a relief to hear from somebody sometimes.

It's like a year from one Sunday to another." "Did I promise to write?
I really didn't remember having done so; I'm very sorry.