Perhaps you--' She interrupted him.
'I don't easily forgive anyone who charges me with falsehood, Mr.
Barfoot.' 'Oh, you take it too seriously.

I beg your pardon a thousand times.

I was going to say that perhaps you won't allow yourself to acknowledge any feeling of compassion in such a case.' 'I don't acknowledge what I don't feel.

I will bid you good-afternoon.' He smiled at her with all the softness and persuasiveness of which he was capable.

She had offered her hand with cold dignity, and instead of taking it merely for good-bye he retained it.
'You must, you shall forgive me! I shall be too miserable if you dismiss me in this way.