The listener interrupted seldom; once it was to exclaim: "But you haven't said why you broke the guitar ?" "'If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out!' I ought to have cut off the hands that played to her." "And cut your throat for singing to her ?" "She was right!" the other answered, striding up and down the room.
"Right--a thousand times! in everything she did.

That I should even ap-proach her, was an unspeakable insolence.

I had forgotten, and so, possibly, had she, but I had not even been properly introduced to her." "No, you hadn't, that's true," observed Crailey, reflectively.

"You don't seem to have much to reproach her with, Tom." "Reproach her!" cried the other.

"That I should dream she would speak to me or have anything to do with me, was to cast a doubt upon her loyalty as a daughter.