Perhaps stirred by remorse, the infamous man--" "Stop!" said Clarence suddenly.
He had thrown down his pen, and was standing erect and rigid before the Father.
"You are trying to tell me something, Father Sobriente," he said, with an effort.

"Speak out, I implore you.

I can stand anything but this mystery.

I am no longer a child.

I have a right to know all.