"I thought you liked him." "Well, so I did, in a kind of way.

But I'll never forgive him for what he done to Leslie.

There's that poor child eating her heart out about him--as if she hadn't had trouble enough--and him ranting round Toronto, I've no doubt, enjoying himself same as ever.

Just like a man." "Oh, Miss Cornelia, how did you find out ?" "Lord, Anne, dearie, I've got eyes, haven't I?
And I've known Leslie since she was a baby.

There's been a new kind of heartbreak in her eyes all the fall, and I know that writer-man was behind it somehow.
I'll never forgive myself for being the means of bringing him here.
But I never expected he'd be like he was.