"Not you ?" "No; I think it was Trench," he replied.
"Ah, Trench!" Ethne exclaimed.

She struck one clenched hand, the hand which held the feather, viciously into the palm of the other.

"I will remember that name." "But I share his responsibility," Willoughby assured her.

"I do not shrink from it at all.

I regret very much that we caused you pain and annoyance, but I do not acknowledge to any mistake in this matter.