It was so foreign to her own unconscious, free-souled acceptance and trust.
"Stephen," she exclaimed, "I wish you wouldn't say such things.

Besides seeming to imply a sort of distrust of my love for you, they are illogical; and you know there is nothing I hate like bad logic." Stephen made no reply.

The slightest approach to a disagreement between Mercy and himself gave him great pain and a sense of terror; and he took refuge instantly behind his usual shield of silence.

This also was foreign to Mercy's habit and impulse.

When any thing went wrong, it was Mercy's way to speak out honestly; to have the matter set in all its lights, until it could reach its true one.