It was not a good or wholesome period; and I am not fond of recalling it.

The time came when I shrank from telling Charlie everything, almost as if he had been a girl.

His life was lived in such a different atmosphere, under such different conditions.

I could not trouble him, and I did not believe he could make allowances for me.

But on our first arrival I wrote him a long letter (Jem never wrote letters), and the other day he showed it to me.