Let me go on.

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Oh," with a sudden burst of feeling "can't you see that I must talk with SOMEONE--I MUST ?" Her clasped fingers tightened and the tears sprang to her eyes.
Poor Jed's distress was greater than ever.
"Now--now, Mrs.Armstrong," he stammered, "all I meant to say was that you mustn't feel you've got to tell me.