But when I stand in that wretch's presence, and think of my murdered husband, the one of us two who is likely to be frightened is not me.

I am going there now, sir.

You shall hear how it ends.

I wish you good-morning.' With those brave words the courier's wife gathered her mantle about her, and walked out of the room.
Mr.Troy smiled--not satirically, but compassionately.

'The little simpleton!' he thought to himself.