It's not for a woman to judge.

Not here! It's Wils's game--an' it's _mine_.
I'm his friend.

Whatever his trouble or guilt, I take it on my shoulders.

An' it will be as if it were not!" Moaning and wringing her hands, Columbine staggered with the burden of the struggle in her.
"I'm quite--quite mad--or dreaming.

Oh, Ben!" she cried.
"Brace up, Collie.