It was the sight of this key, lying on our hall-table, which first gave me the idea.

I feel like a cad when I think of it, but that's of no account now.

All I really care about is for you to believe what I tell you.

I wasn't mixed up in that matter of my sister's death.

I didn't know about it--I wish I had.
Adelaide might have been saved; we might all have been saved; _but it was not to be._" Flushed, he slowly sank back into his seat.