"I trust you, but I don't trust him," said Ralph.
She raised her eyes and gave him a wide, deep look.

"You've said it now, and I'm glad you've made it so clear.

But you'll suffer by it." "Not if you're just." "I'm very just," said Isabel.

"What better proof of it can there be than that I'm not angry with you?
I don't know what's the matter with me, but I'm not.

I was when you began, but it has passed away.