It just came into my mind, somehow.

Leslie, don't look at me like that!" "Do you despise me ?" demanded Leslie in a fierce, low tone.

"Do you think I'm wicked--unwomanly?
Or do you think I'm just plain fool ?" "I don't think you any of those things.

Come, dear, let's just talk it over sensibly, as we might talk over any other of the great crises of life.

You've been brooding over it and let yourself drift into a morbid view of it.