I have thought too much of myself! Do you hear?
I don't want to keep you out any longer.

I cannot bear that you should suffer so.

Gi-i-iles!" A reply! It was a reply! Through the darkness and wind a voice reached her, floating upon the weather as though a part of it.
"Here I am--all right.

Don't trouble about me." "Don't you want to come in?
Are you not ill?
I don't mind what they say, or what they think any more." "I am all right," he repeated.

"It is not necessary for me to come.
Good-night! good-night!" Grace sighed, turned and shut the door slowly.