Don't make me the laughing-stock of the whole neighborhood.

I can't bear that; it maddens me only to think of it.
Give me your promise never to tell any living soul what I have said to you to-night--your sacred promise to the man whose life you have broken!' I did as he bade me; I gave him my sacred promise with the tears in my eyes.

Yes, that is so.

After telling him I hated him (and I did hate him), I cried over his misery; I did! Mercy, what fools women are! What is the horrid perversity, sir, which makes us always ready to pity the men?
He held out his hand to me; and he said, 'Good-by forever!' and I pitied him.

I said, 'I'll shake hands with you if you will give me your promise in exchange for mine.