I don't like him.

Only he--he--" "I don't want to pry into your secrets.

Don't make any confessions to me.
I have no right to call you to account," he interrupted her, rather stiffly.
"Please don't say that.

Oh, please don't talk that way!" she cried out, as if the words had hurt her like a knife.

"He liked me, but I didn't like him.