Catelyn could not go on. Jaime's gelding lumbered off ponderously, blowing and snorting in pain. Sometimes I almost think that she must love me, but cannot bring herself to say anything. Its significance \endash and all about it \endash are better hidden, better obscured.
HERE, was the reply. “You are a soft-hearted creature. \par Yes, yes, yes! Certainly! \par But they have done nothing so far. She is no more than a child.