I daren't tell a fib.

I despise myself quit enough as it is.' 'What in the world for ?' 'Because--because I take everything that you give me and I give you nothing in return.

It's mean and selfish of me, and whenever I think of it it worries me.' 'Understand once for all, then, that I can manage my own affairs, and if I choose to do anything you aren't to blame.

You haven't a single thing to reproach yourself with, darling.' 'Yes, I have, and talking only makes it worse.' 'Then don't talk about it.' 'How can I help myself?
If you find me alone for a minute you are always talking about it; and when you aren't you look it.

You don't know how I despise myself sometimes.' 'Great goodness!' said Dick, nearly jumping to his feet.