"I see cowardly falsehood and cowardly cruelty in every line on that paper.

Ambrose is innocent, and the time has come to prove it." "You forget," I said, "that we have just failed to prove it." "John Jago is alive, in hiding from us and from all who know him," she went on.

"Help me, friend Lefrank, to advertise for him in the newspapers." I drew back from her in speechless distress.

I own I believed that the new misery which had fallen on her had affected her brain.
"You don't believe it," she said.

"Shut the door." I obeyed her.