What must you think ?...

But won't you be a little gentle with me--a little forbearing--in memory of what I have been to you--to him--so long ?" "What do you wish me to think ?" asked the girl in a hard voice.

"My brother is of age; he will do what he pleases, I suppose.

I--I don't know what to think; this has astounded me.

I never dreamed such a thing possible----" "Nor I--until this spring.