But this I know: I have done no evil, and my conscience nevertheless is sore.

Solve me the riddle, Malcolm, if you can." "I cannot solve your riddle, Dorothy," I replied; "but I feel sure it will be far safer for each of us if you will tell me all that happens hereafter." "I am sure you are right," she responded; "but some secrets are so delicious that we love to suck their sweets alone.

I believe, however, your advice is good, and I will tell you all that has happened, though I cannot look you in the face while doing it." She hesitated a moment, and her face was red with tell-tale blushes.

She continued, "I have acted most unmaidenly." "Unmaidenly perhaps, but not unwomanly," said I.
"I thank you," she said, interrupting my sentence.

It probably was well that she did so, for I was about to add, "To act womanly often means to get yourself into mischief and your friends into as much trouble as possible." Had I finished my remark, she would not have thanked me.
"Well," said the girl, beginning her laggard narrative, "after we saw--saw him at Overhaddon, you know, I went to the village on each of three days--" "Yes, I know that also," I said.
"How did you--but never mind.