Think what you please.

Yes, sir, you would have found out that I take long walks every day, all alone; and what is more, that I walk through Gravesend, hoping--like a goose--that somebody really loved me, and would meet me, and beg my pardon; and if he had, I should have told him it was only my tongue, and my nerves, and things; my heart was his, and my gratitude.

And after all, what do words signify, when I am a good, obedient girl at bottom?
So that is what you have lost by not condescending to look after me.

Fine love!--Christopher, beg my pardon." "May I inquire for what ?" "Why, for not understanding me; for not knowing that I should be sorry the moment you were gone.

I took them off the very next day, to please you." "Took off whom ?--Oh, I understand.