It was my fault--all my fault!" He rose and flung up his arms with a gesture of passionate despair.
"Sit down, Andrew, and let's go through with it," she said calmly.

"I reckon these things are hard, but it's better for you to tell me.

You can't tell everybody and somebody ought to know.

For the sake of the little girl upstairs you'd better tell me." "What I've said to you I've never said to a soul," he went on.

"I've carried this thing all these years and have never mentioned it.