But"-- he looked very gravely across at Siward--"if you don't mean Quarrier--" He hesitated, ill at ease under the expressionless scrutiny of the other.
"Do you know what's the matter with me, Plank ?" he asked at length.
"I think so." "I have wondered.

I wonder now how much you know." "Very little, Siward." "How much ?" Plank looked up, hesitated, and shook his head: "One infers from what one hears." "Infers what ?" "The truth, I suppose," replied Plank simply.
"And what," insisted Siward, "have you inferred that you believe to be the truth?
Don't parry, Plank; it isn't easy for me, and I--I never before spoke this way to any man.

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It is likely I should have spoken to my mother about it.

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