I no more doubt it than that the sun shines.
Well, Mr.Morewood, I am obliged to you for hearing me out.

I had a curiosity to see how my resolution struck you." "If you have told me the truth, it strikes me as devilish.

I'm no saint; but if a man believes in good, as you do, by God, he oughtn't to trample it under foot!" Stafford took no notice of him, He rose and held out his hand.

"I'm going back to London to-morrow," he said, "to wait till she comes." "God help you!" said Morewood, with a sudden impulse.
"I have no more to do with God," said Stafford.
"Then the devil help you, if you rely on him!" "Don't be angry," he said, with a swift return of his old sweet smile.
"In old days I should have liked your indignation.

I still like you for it.