You saw how I changed ground.

No use in paying the shyster's commission." Again I expected a reference to my suppression; again I was disappointed.

It was plain Jim feared the subject, and I felt I almost hated him for that fear.

At last, when we were already in the hack and driving towards Mission Street, I could bear my suspense no longer.
"You do not ask me about that address," said I.
"No," said he, quickly and timidly.

"What was it?
I would like to know." The note of timidity offended me like a buffet; my temper rose as hot as mustard.