"Well, then, I want you to go back there--find her, and act as though it had been you who heard what she said, not I." "What do you mean ?" "I mean exactly that.

The girl ought never to know that what she said was heard and--and _understood_, Dysart, by any man in the world except the blackguard I'm telling this to.

Now, do you understand ?" He stepped nearer: "The girl is Sylvia Quest.

_Now_, do you understand, damn you!" A stray glimmer from the distant lanterns fell across Dysart's masked visage.

The skin around the mouth was loose and ashy, the dry lips worked.
"That was a dirty trick of yours," he stammered; "a scoundrelly thing to do." "Do you suppose that I dreamed for an instant that she was convicting herself and you ?" said Duane in bitter contempt.