It turned me _sick_.

I ran away and I took against him there and then.

I was frightened of him.
I duresn't trust myself, and I said to Jim I'd take him.

So you can understan', miss, can't you, as Jim don't want to have nothing to do with Westall?
Thank you kindly, all the same," she added, breaking off her narrative with the same uncertainty of manner, the same timid scrutiny of her visitor that Marcella had noticed before.
Marcella replied that she could certainly understand.
"But I suppose they've not got in each other's way of late years," she said as she rose to go.
"Oh! no, miss, no," said Mrs.Hurd as she went hurriedly to fetch a fur tippet which her visitor had laid down on the dresser.
"There is _one_ person I can speak to," said Marcella, as she put on the wrap.

"And I will." Against her will she reddened a little; but she had not been able to help throwing out the promise.