You are so strong--let me--" She put out her hand as if to touch her, but it dropped at her side as though its strength was gone.
"But there will be many babbling people," said her sister, with a curious look.

"You do not like company, and these days my rooms are full.

'Twill irk and tire you." "I care not for the people--I would be with you," Anne said, in strange imploring.

"I have a sick fancy that I am afraid to sit alone in my chamber.

'Tis but weakness.