I was unfortunate, weak perhaps.

That is all.

I tried to get mine, too.

I lost what I meant to put back after I had used it.

They are after me now, or soon will be--the crooks! And here I am, momentarily expecting some one to walk up quietly behind me, tap me on the shoulder and whisper, 'You're wanted.'" Time had not softened the bitterness of Constance's feelings.