"I'm sorry I hurt you, Linton," she said at length, racked beyond endurance. "But I couldn't have been hurt by that little push, and I had no idea that you could, either: you're not much, are you, Linton? Don't let me go home thinking I've done you harm. Answer! speak to me."
"I can't speak to you," he murmured; "you've hurt me so that I shall lie awake all night choking with this cough. If you had it you'd know what it was; but _you'll_ be comfortably asleep while I'm in agony, and nobody near me. I wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!" And he began to wail aloud, for very pity of himself.

'I'm sorry I hurt you, Linton,' she said at length. 'But I had no idea that you could be hurt by that little push. You're not much hurt, are you, Linton? Speak to me!'
'I can't speak to you,' he murmured; 'I shall lie awake all night choking with this cough. You'll be comfortably asleep while I'm in agony. I wonder how you would like those fearful nights!' And he began to wail aloud in self-pity.
