To me he was the just avenger of a great cause.

But to her," his voice sank to a hoarse whisper, "he was a murderer! No, Jack, it may not be." "But, Kalman, my boy," remonstrated Jack, "think of all--" "Think?
For these five years I have thought till my heart is sore with thinking! No, Jack, don't fret.

I don't.

Thank God there are other things.

There is work, a people to help, a country to serve." "Other things!" said French bitterly.