"How the child looked--how the child looked; Cynthia, you do not realize what you did.

You have not the faintest realization of what it means for a woman to keep a lost child hidden away as you did, when its parents and half the city were hunting for it.

I tell you I did not know what the consequences might be to you if it were found out.

There is wild blood in a city like this, and even the staid old New England stream is capable of erratic currents.

I tell you I have had a day of dreadful anxiety, and it was worse because I had to be guarded.