It is plain he is not forgiven.

But, after all, she has had something to forgive, and more--_far_ more than she even knows.

That last suspicion of her was base.
"That is an unkind little speech!" says he gently.

"It reminds me that it was you who set _me_ up in the world." This shaft tells.
Tita colours warmly; her generous soul shrinks from such an accusation.
"I didn't mean that," says she; "you know very well I didn't.

I wish," petulantly, "you would go away; I want to read." "Well, I'm going," says Rylton.