I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

Now that’s true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.

I hope you don’t mind my joining you,” said Leanne. I minded. After all, she’d tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasn’t.

I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please

I explained we lost the porch to the flood. Father hasn't gotten around to rebuilding it, although he's quite a good carpenter. He says if Jesus was a carpenter, its good enough for a clergyman. But I don't remember that Jesus let his house fall down.

It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life.