I thought no discomfort mattered to me, but I find that I dislike so much being cold and hungry that it outweighs all heroism, all sense of danger ...

let me alone!" Then something occurred.

Looking down over the side of the cart I saw, to my great surprise, Marie Ivanovna.
"You!" I whispered.
"Hush!" she answered.

"Come down." I let myself down and at once she put her hand into mine.
"Walk with me just a little way," she whispered, "to those trees and back." I had noticed at once that her voice trembled; now I perceived that her whole body was shaking; her hand gave little startled quivers under mine.
"You're cold," I said.
"No, I'm not cold," she answered still in a whisper, although we were now some way from the wagons.

"I'm frightened, Mr.Durward, that's what's the matter--desperately frightened." "Nonsense," I answered her.