He likes to think that people know him to be clever; and
he will be glad to be told that you understand him."
"I think him greater and better than all men; but, Ruth, you must not
tell him what I say--not now, at least--for a reason."
"What reason, Nina?"
"Well; I will tell you, though I would not tell anyone else in the
world. When we parted last I was angry with him--very angry with him."
"He had been scolding you, perhaps?"
"I should not mind that--not in the least. He has a right to scold me."
"He has a right to scold me, I suppose; but I mind it very much."
"But he has no right to distrust me, Ruth. I wish he could see my heart
and all my mind, and know every thought in my breast, and then he would
feel that he could trust me. I would not deceive him by a word or a
look for all the world. He does not know how true I am to him, and that
kills me."
"I will tell him everything."
"No, Ruth; tell him nothing. If he cannot find it out without being
told, telling will do no good. If you thought a person was a thief,
would you change your mind because the person told you he was honest?
He must find it out for himself if he is ever to know it.
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