Be still, and you'll be all right in the morning." "It's my own fault, for giving in to her.

If I'd kept myself back, my liver wouldn't have broken inside me, and I shouldn't have been sick.
And I knew--" "Never mind now.

Have you drunk your tea?
Lie down.

Lie down, and go to sleep." Lilly pushed Aaron down in the bed, and covered him over.

Then he thrust his hands under the bedclothes and felt his feet--still cold.