Ah, do not think that I have not hated myself for the lie I have been.

But these forest creatures that you take,--will they not bite against springe and snare?
Are they scrupulous as to how they free themselves?
I too was in the toils of the hunter, and I too was not scrupulous.

There was a thing of which I stood in danger that would have been bitterer to me, a thousand times, than death.

I had but one thought, to escape; how, I did not care,--only to escape.

I had a waiting woman named Patience Worth.