Moody pressed her hand significantly as it rested on his arm.
"Look well at that man," he whispered.

"It's time to warn you.

Mr.Felix Sweetsir is the worst enemy you have!" Isabel heard him in speechless astonishment.

He went on in tones that trembled with suppressed emotion.
"You doubt if Sharon knows the thief.

You doubt if I know the thief.
Isabel! as certainly as the heaven is above us, there stands the wretch who stole the bank-note!" She drew her hand out of his arm with a cry of terror.