"Don't be anry with me, Marian," she said, mistaking my silence.
"I only answered by drawing her close to me again. I was afraid of crying if I spoke. My tears do not flow so easily as they ought - they come, almost like men's tears, with sobs that seem to tear me in pieces, and that frighten every one about me.
(from The Woman In White, by William Wilkie Collins)
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