"Oh, can't I make you understand that I'm not condemning him for a little flattery to me?
I don't care two straws for his showing that _I_ didn't influence him.

He doesn't interest me, please understand." Ramsey was altogether perplexed.

"Well, I don't see what makes you go for him so hard, then." "I don't." "But you said he was treach--" "I don't _condemn_ him for it," she insisted, despairingly.

"Don't you see the difference?
I'm not condemning anybody; I'm only lamenting.
"What about?
"About all of you that want _war_!" "My golly!" Ramsey exclaimed.

"You don't think those Dutchmen were right to drown babies and--" "No! I think they were ghastly murderers! I think they were detestable and fiendish and monstrous and--" "Well, then, my goodness! What do you want ?" "I don't want war!" "You don't ?" "I want Christianity!" she cried.