You always trusted me, didn't you Bel?
And you never regretted it but once, and that wasn't my fault.

I never did it! If I did, I'm getting good and well paid for it.

I'd rather be kicked until all the ribs of one side are broken, Bel, than to swallow the dose she just handed me.

I tell you it was bitter, lad! What am I going to do?
Can't you help me, Bel ?" Belshazzar quivered in anxiety to offer the comfort he could not speak.
"Of course you are right! You always are, Bel!" said the Harvester.

"I know what you are trying to tell me.