I don't care if I do admit it, but I never thought she was capable of such an utterly ignoble deed.

It was all that I could do to master myself, not to stand up before them all and denounce her.

Well, her time will come." "Alice," said a ghastly little voice from the stricken figure on the couch, "are you sure?
Am I sure?
Was that from my book ?" "Of course it was from your book.

Why, you know it was from your book, Annie Eustace," cried Alice and her voice sounded high with anger toward poor Annie herself.
"I hoped that we might be mistaken after all," said the voice, which had a bewildered quality.

Annie Eustace had a nature which could not readily grasp some of the evil of humanity.