’LornaDoone，’sheanswered，inalowvoice，asifafraidofit，andhangingherheadsothatIcouldseeonlyherforeheadandeyelashes；’ifyouplease，mynameisLornaDoone；andIthoughtyoumusthaveknownit。’
ThenIstoodupandtouchedherhand，andtriedtomakeherlookatme；butsheonlyturnedawaythemore。
Youngandharmlessasshewas，hernamealonemadeguiltofher。NeverthelessIcouldnothelplookingathertenderly，andthemorewhenherblushesturnedintotears，andhertearstolong，lowsobs。
’Don’tcry，’Isaid，’whateveryoudo。Iamsureyouhaveneverdoneanyharm。IwillgiveyouallmyfishLorna，andcatchsomemoreformother；onlydon’tbeangrywithme。’
Sheflungherlittlesoftarmsupinthepassionofhertears，andlookedatmesopiteously，thatwhatdidI