I ought to beg your pardon," and he looked up.

Stafford was pale as death, and trembling.
"When ?" "A few days ago." "On your oath--no, you don't believe that--on your honor, is it truth ?" "Yes, it is." "You saw it--just as it is there ?" "Yes, it is exact.

I had no right to take it or to show it you." "What does that matter, man?
Do you think I care about that?
But--yes, it is true.

God help me!" "We have seen it, you know.

It was time you saw it." "Time, indeed!" "Where's the harm ?" asked Morewood, in a rough effort at comfort.
"The harm?
But you don't understand.