Then, in a dull, concentrated voice: "Hogan," he vowed, "I'll kill him for it.

Fool, blind, pitiful fool that I am." Then--his face distorted by passion--he broke into a torrent of imprecations that was at length stemmed by Hogan.
"Wait, Cris," said he, laying his hand upon the other's arm.

"It is not all false.

Joseph Ashburn sought, it is true, to betray you into the hands of Colonel Pride, sending you to the sign of the Anchor with the assurance that there you should have news of your son.

That was false; yet not all false.