But The World Turns, And Even Legends

Why Do You Tell Me... So Much?" Luthe Considered Her. "i Tell You... Some You Need To Know, And Some You Have Earned The Right To Know, And Some It Won't Hurt You To Know--" He Stopped.... "some Things I Tell You Only Because I Wish To Tell Them To You.

Oh,' She Said, Too Bone-weary To Pretend: 'i Would Far Rather That I Love You As I Saw Yesterday I Do Than That I Had Gone On Worshiping You As I Did Not Long Since.' And She Turned Away Hastily, And Did Not See That Little John Would Reach Out To Her; And Half-running, Went To Tuck's Cottage, Where She Could Pull On Her Half-dry Clothes, And Become A Proper Outlaw Again. At Least, She Thought, Fighting Back Tears, Like This I Am Cecil, With A Place Among Friends, And A Task To Do. I Am Someone. I Wonder If Perhaps If I Am No Longer Cecil, I Am No One At All.

And If My Choice Is To Sit Graciously In My Best Robes And Accept The Inevitable Or To Bail A Sea With A Bucket, Give Me The Bucket.

It's Hard To Look Too Grand When You're Led By Someone Who Looks Like A Pudding With Legs.

...there Remained A Strange Formality Between Them, And Her Pleasure In His Presence Felt Too Much Like Missing Him Had Felt During The Last Week.