No one can understand us--how alone we are.

Let's forget _that_--this wall--this thing called government.

Shall we spend what time we have to live always in a thunderous atmosphere of mind--hating, pondering, bitter ?" "No.

I'll make a compact with you," returned Blair, with flashing eyes.

"Never to speak again of _that_--so long as we live!" "Never to a living soul," rejoined Lane, with a ring in his voice.
They shook hands much the same as when they had met half an hour earlier.
"So!" exclaimed Blair, with a deep breath.