Chapter 35 No.35

"... And that was Thursday; your letter had come in the first mail; and-oh, hush, hush; it was not a wicked letter, David. Don't you suppose I know that, now? I knew it-the next day. And I read it. I don't know just what happened then. I can't remember very clearly. I think I felt 'insulted.' ... It sounds so foolish to say that, doesn't it? But I was