They SQUIRMED with affection.
"You may remember that Lucy was a rather jealous sort of a person.
Right in the midst of her alarm and grief and self-reproach over her grandfather, and in the midst of my efforts to comfort her, she spied the feminine handwriting on those two letters.

I had glanced through them hurriedly, and laid them on the table.
"Tom, I was in bad.

The dates on them, you know, were so RECENT.

I didn't want Lucy to read them.

But I didn't dare to ACT as if I didn't want her to.