Such is the language of those fiendish tormentors, words of taunting and of reproach, of hatred and of disgust. When I'm bad I AM bad!" "I see, I see--it's charming. I got hold of this; then, instinctively, instead of returning as I had come, went to the window. This moment dated from an afternoon hour that I happened to spend in the grounds with the younger of my pupils alone.