She looked at me with some return of that half fearsome curiosity which had first come into her eyes when I made my request.
"Wasn't the inquest horrid ?" she said.

"Father says they were five hours deciding--and there's old Joe Hassell; even now he won't believe that--that--he came from the sea." "It isn't a pleasant subject," I said quietly.

"Let us talk of something else." She was swinging a very much beaded slipper backwards and forwards, and gazing at it thoughtfully.
"I don't know," she said.

"I can't help thinking of it sometimes.

I suppose it is terribly wicked to keep anything back like that, isn't it ?" "If you feel that," I answered, "you had better go and tell your father everything." She looked at me quickly.
"Now you're cross," she exclaimed.