I could not bear it; I thought it was not fair after what I had done.

For the first and last time I felt angry and impatient with the dear old lady.

Would she herself, in her own young days, have sacrificed as much?
Jane shut up her books at last, and carried Mopsie off with her to bed, and Mrs.Hollingford and I were left sitting facing one another.
"Mrs.Hollingford," I said, dropping my work with almost a sob, "don't look at me like that.

I cannot bear it, and I do not deserve it." What made me say it I cannot think.

The moment before I spoke I had no intention of speaking.