I'm an idiot to do it.

But I'd be worse than an idiot to let you trust me and let you tell me things that would wreck your half-brother and bring sorrow and shame to you.

I'm through! And I can't even be sorry." "Mr.Brice," she said, gently, "I'm afraid your terrible experiences, this afternoon and last evening, have unsettled your mind, a little.

Just sit still there, and rest.

I am going to run the boat to shore and--" "You're right," he laughed, ruefully, as he made way for her to start the engine.