All that does matter is that you keep silent and let my brother have his chance." Jed, leaning forward in his chair by the workbench, put his hand to his forehead.
"Don't--don't talk so, Mrs.Armstrong," he begged.

"You know--you know I don't think anything you've done is wrong.

I ain't got the right to think any such thing as that.

And as for keepin' still-- why, I--I did hope you wouldn't feel 'twas necessary to ask that." "I don't--I don't.

I know you and I trust you.