I asked, however, simply, and giving no reason, for the production of any papers received and preserved by either.

Eive, with her usual air of simplicity, brought me the two or three which, she said, were all she had kept.

Eunane replied with a petulance almost amounting to refusal, which to some might have suggested suspicion; but which to me seemed the very last course that a culprit would have pursued.

To give needless offence while conscious of guilt would have been the very wantonness of reckless temper.
"Bite your tongue, and keep your letters," I said sharply.
Turning to Eive and looking at the addresses of hers, none of which bore the name of any one who could be suspected of the remotest connection with a political plot-- "Give me which of these you please," I said, taking from her hand that which she selected and marking it.

"Now erase the writing yourself and give me the paper." This incident gave Eunane leisure to recover her temper.