16/29 If you thought I'd a mine belonging to me somewhere that accounts for the affection you've been talking of so much. I _begin_ to _believe_ in it now." She meant her words to be very cutting, but she had not much mobility of voice or glance; and moreover, her heart was like lead within her; her words fell heavily. "You may believe me, for I'm just explaining to you I'm not a saint, and that is a sentiment you may almost always take stock in when expressed by human lips. I was real sick last summer; and when I came to want a holiday I thought I'd do it cheap, so when I got wind of a walking party--a set of gentlemen who were surveying--I got them to let me go along. |