Asked me to tell Zoe this together with a lot more nonsense." Fyne gave me the impression of having escaped from a man inspired by a grimly playful ebullition of high spirits.

It must have been most distasteful to him; and his solemnity got damaged somehow in the process, I perceived.

There were holes in it through which I could see a new, an unknown Fyne.
"You wouldn't believe it," he went on, "but she looks upon her father exclusively as a victim.

I don't know," he burst out suddenly through an enormous rent in his solemnity, "if she thinks him absolutely a saint, but she certainly imagines him to be a martyr." It is one of the advantages of that magnificent invention, the prison, that you may forget people which are put there as though they were dead.
One needn't worry about them.

Nothing can happen to them that you can help.