"Yes--yes--I mean it." The faint ghost of a smile, which only brought out the sadness of her face, as a taper in a crypt reveals its gloom, hovered about her eyes.
"Poor boy!" she said; "I've, treated you very badly.

I was going to make an end of myself this afternoon, but I will wait till you are tired of your fancy for me.

It will make but little difference.

There! there! Please don't kiss me.".