Heywood, slightly lifting his chin, stared at the speaker coldly, down the length of their council-board.

The red in his cheeks burned darker.
"Our everlasting shame, then," he replied quietly.

"It will be everlasting, if we leave these poor devils in the lurch, after cutting them loose from their people.

Excuse me, padre, but it's no time to mince our words.

We made them strangers in their own land.