You can thank God for your ignorance." "Maybe I ain't so ignorant." I looked at him.

He was looking me straight in the eye.
"What do you know ?" I asked, slowly.
"I know, for one thing, that your name ain't Paine." I could not answer.

I am not certain whether I attempted to speak or move.

I do remember that the pressure of his hand on my knee tightened.
"It's all right, Ros," he said, earnestly.

"Nobody knows but me, and nobody ever shall know if I can help it." "How--how much do you know ?" I stammered.
"Why, pretty much all, I guess.