"That was not true," said he.
"I never came to your door.

It was Sally you heard.

I'll confess--I sent her, to get away those--those clothes you saw.

I didn't want--you to see them." "I believe you!" she said, low, as if she spoke to herself.

"Yes, I understand now." "Why don't you say I'm lying to you ?" "Because you are not lying.