But she jumped up, and caught me by the hand, and threw herself upon my bosom, with her face all wet with tears.
"Oh, John, I will tell you.

I will tell you.

Only don't be angry, John." "Angry! no indeed," said I; "what right have I to be angry with you, because you have your secrets?
Every chit of a girl thinks now that she has a right to her secrets." "And you have none of your own, John; of course you have none of your own?
All your going out at night--" "We will not quarrel here, poor Annie," I answered, with some loftiness; "there are many things upon my mind, which girls can have no notion of." "And so there are upon mine, John.

Oh, John, I will tell you everything, if you will look at me kindly, and promise to forgive me.

Oh, I am so miserable!" Now this, though she was behaving so badly, moved me much towards her; especially as I longed to know what she had to tell me.