I wish the other two were dead too.

I'm not splendid and heroic.

I thought I was at first, but I couldn't keep it up--after I heard about Mrs.Foster's boy.

If I believed there was anything to thank, I should say 'Thank God I have no more sons.'" That night Robin lay in the dark thinking of the dream.

Had there been a dream--or had it only been like the other things one dreamed about?
Sometimes an eerie fearfulness beset her vaguely.