You was awful good to her, an I reckon she 'd sorter want me to tell you jist how it wus.

Hopin this will clar up som ov them troubles between you an Mister Winston, I am Yours with respects, "WILLIAM BROWN." Winston stood there in silence, yet holding the paper in his hand.
Almost timidly she glanced up at him across the back of the chair.
"And you have never suspected who I was until to-night ?" "No, never; I had always thought of Bob's sister as a mere child." She arose to her feet, taking a single step toward him.
"I can only ask you to forgive me," she pleaded anxiously, her eyes uplifted.

"That is all I can ask.

I ought to be ashamed, I am ashamed, that I could ever have believed it possible for you to commit such a deed.

It seems incredible now that I have so believed.