But you see he has a fine faith now that the world is all Peavey--he learned it from me.

Of course, I _know_ better, but I pretend not to, and often I can fool myself for half an hour at a time.

And of course I shouldn't care to have that dog find out that this apparently Peavey world--flawlessly Peavey--has a streak of Lansdale running through it--that it has even its moments of curious, hard suspicion, of distrust, of downright disbelief in all the good things,--in short, its Miss Katherine Lansdale moments, if you will pardon that hastily contrived metaphor." Perceiving that further concealment would be unavailing, I added quite openly: "Now, young woman, you see that I know your secret.

I felt it in the dark of our first meeting; it has since become plainer,--too plain.
You know too much--far more than is good for either Jim or me to know.
You can't believe enough--all those things that Jim and I have found it best to believe.

I myself always fear that I shall be led into ways of unbelief in your presence.