Please, please don't feel badly.

Won't you trust me to return it, and make good the damage I've done ?" The face of the Harvester was eager and his tones appealing, as he leaned forward trying to make her understand.
"Certainly!" said the Girl as she bent to pat the dog, while she dried her eyes under cover of the movement.

"Certainly! It can make no difference!" But as the Harvester drew a deep breath of relief, she suddenly straightened to full height and looked straight at him.
"Oh what is the use to tell a pitiful lie!" she cried.

"It does make a difference! It makes all the difference in the world! I need that money! I need it unspeakably.

I owe a debt I must pay.