It--" "You haven't even the excuse of poverty!" she exclaimed, confusedly.

"And you have not even the grace to feel ashamed for--for your black ingratitude in tricking us into giving you shelter and--" "I think I paid my bill for that, to some slight extent," was his dry rejoinder.

"But for my 'trickery,' your half-brother would be dead, by now.

As for 'ingratitude,' how about the trick he served me, today?
Even if he didn't know Hade had smuggled across a bagful of his pet moccasins to Roke, yet he let me be trapped into that--" "It's only in the Devil's Ledger, that two wrongs make a right!" she flamed.

"I grant my brother treated you abominably.