But it was such an INFERNAL lie." "Did you tell him so ?" Arkwright grew red.
"I see you did not," said Margaret.

"I knew you did not.

Now, let me tell you, I don't believe Craig said anything of the kind.

A man who'd betray a friend is quite capable of lying about him." "Margaret! Rita Severence!" Grant started up, set down his teacup, stood looking down at her, his face white to the lips.

"Your tone is not jest; it is insult." "It was so intended." Margaret's eyes were upon him, her grandmother's own favorite expression in them.