She was going; and the contemptuous slur at my "reasons" proved that she did not believe them existent.

She believed me to be a liar.
"Miss Colton," I said, sharply; "wait." She kept on.
"Wait," I said again.

"Listen to me." She seemed to hesitate and then turned her head.
"I am listening," she said.

"What is it ?" "You have no right to disbelieve me." "I disbelieve you?
Why should you think I disbelieve you?
I am not sufficiently interested to believe or disbelieve, I assure you." "But you do.

You judge me--" "_I_ judge you! You flatter yourself, Mr.Paine." "But you do.