I don't wonder he liked you better.

It's no blame to him.

I know you care about him.

You don't believe he did it." "I don't know," sobbed Dorothy.

The door opened a crack, and the black woman's watchful eyes appeared.
"Oh, you do know, you do know! I tell you, I did it--I! Can't you believe me?
I'm a wicked woman, and I love anybody I love in a different way from any that a woman as good as you are can.