I believed it.
"Russ, for God's sake! What a terrible thing to say!" he ejaculated hoarsely.
"No.

It's not terrible to _say_ it--only the fact is terrible," I went on.

I may be wrong.

But I swear I'm right.

When you opened your coat, showed that bloody breast--well, I'll never forget her eyes.
"She had been furious.