Stay where you are, child; don't come too near me.

Do you know that he is dying over there ?" She pointed with her whip in the direction of the Cottage.
"I think I am mad to-day, Bawn," she went on: "and if I do not speak to some one I shall surely go mad.

I wish I were a Roman Catholic and could confess to a priest.

How much wiser they are than those who deny the necessity of confession! I have always been fond of you, Bawn.

I believe you are as true as steel.