Some day I'll break out and flay you and your friends alive." "But, Carley, you're my friend and you're just exactly like we are.

Or you were, quite recently." "Of course, I'm your friend.

I've always loved you, Eleanor," went on Carley, earnestly.

"I'm as deep in this--this damned stagnant muck as you, or anyone.

But I'm no longer blind.