I don't know," said Lane, darkly, more to himself.
"Lane, this--this worry will knock you out." "No matter.

All I ask is to stand up--long enough--to do what I want to do." "Go home and get some breakfast--and take care of yourself," replied Pepper, gruffly.

"Damn me if I'm not sorry I gave Swann's secret away." "Oh no, you're not," said Lane, quickly.

"But I'd have found it out by this time." Pepper paced up and down the faded carpet, his hands behind his back, a plodding, burdened figure.
"Have you any--doubts left ?" he asked, suddenly.
"Doubts!" echoed Lane, vaguely.
"Yes--doubts.

You're like most of these mothers and fathers....