"I'm not complaining, bidding for your sympathy.

If a man's a fool, he must be prepared to pay for his folly--even though it means a life penalty for a moment's madness.

And I shall have to pay--to the uttermost farthing.

Mine's the kind of debt which destiny never remits." He paused; then added defiantly: "The woman who married me would have to share in that payment--to go out with me into the desert in which I lie, and she would have to do this without knowing what she was paying for, or why the door of the world is locked against me.

My lips are sealed, nor shall I ever be able to break the seal.