There was something in the silence surrounding him which seemed to go to his heart; for his free right hand rose unconsciously to his breast, and clung there.
Sweetwater began to wish himself a million of miles away from this scene.
This was not the enjoyable part of his work.

This was the part from which he always shrunk with overpowering distaste.
The district attorney's voice sounded thin, almost piercing, as he made this remark: "You entered by an open window.

Why didn't you go in by the door ?" "I hadn't the key.

I had only abstracted the one which opens the wine-vault.

The rest I left on the ring.