"Oh, it was an act of mercy, was it?
You didn't look particularly merciful.

In fact, that is about the last quality I should have attributed to you." "I don't think," Monck said very quietly, "that you are in a position to judge me." She leaned forward.

He saw that her bosom was heaving.

"That is your prerogative, isn't it ?" she said.

"I--I am just the prisoner at the bar, and--like the moth--I have been condemned--without mercy." He raised his brows sharply.