His shoes and trouser-legs still showed clear signs of the scorching they had received.

And his palms were cut and abraded.
"If I had wanted to make up a story," said he.

"I could have devised one that didn't call for such painful stage-setting." "Oh, don't!" she begged.

"Don't speak so flippantly of it! How can you?
And don't think for one instant, that I doubted your word.

I didn't.