"You! Frightened! Never!" "But I am.

I've been terribly fr-frightened all night; and that Sister Anna Petrovna, he (she sometimes confused her pronouns) sleeps like a log.

How can he?
I've never slept, not for a moment, and I've been so cold and every time the cannon sounded I wanted to run away....

Oh, Mr.Durward, I'm so ashamed!" Then, suddenly, desperately clutching my hand: "Mr.Durward, you'll never tell any one, any one never....

Promise!" "Never a soul," I answered.