Be frank with me, and trust me.

If there is anything stands in the way, let me know what it is and I can overcome it.

If it is my telling Ned Blandford, don't let that worry you, he's as loyal a fellow as ever breathed, and I'm a dog to ever think he willingly betrayed us.

His wife, well, she's one of those pious saints--but no, she would not be such a cursed hypocrite and bigot as this." "Hush, I tell you! WILL you hush," she said, in a frantic whisper, springing to her feet and grasping him convulsively by the lapels of his overcoat.

"Not a word more, or I'll kill myself.