My intuition was right! For a moment, I thought, and as my eyes ranged the room, unconsciously looking for something or some opportunity to aid me, they lit on a great batch of typewriting on the table.

His eyes caught the look in mine, and without his thinking, followed their direction.

As they saw the parcel he realized my meaning.
"You do not know me," I said.

"When you have read those papers, my own diary and my husband's also, which I have typed, you will know me better.

I have not faltered in giving every thought of my own heart in this cause.