She said her daughter didn't even know her father's name.

She had been kept in ignorance." Dyck seated himself on the rough bed of the cell, and stared at Michael, his hands between his knees, his eyes perturbed.
"Michael," he said at last, "if it's true--what you've told me--I don't see my way.

Every step in front of me is black.

To tell the whole truth is to bring fresh shame upon Mrs.Llyn and her daughter, and not to tell the whole truth is to take away my one chance of getting out of this trouble.

I see that!" "I don't know what you mean, sir, but I'll tell you this--none that knows you would believe you'd murder Erris Boyne or anny other man." Dyck wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I suppose you speak the truth, Michael, but it isn't people who've known me that'll try me; and I can't tell all." "Why not, if it'll help you ?" "I can't--of course I can't.