The prosecuting attorney always tries to fix things to suit himself, no matter what any one else thinks." "The counsel for the defense is a mere blot on the landscape in this trial," jeered Anne.
"How did you guess it ?" beamed the prosecuting attorney.

"Prisoners, the sentence will be executed at once.

Shake hands." Ruth's hand was stretched across the table to meet Arline's.
"I'm awfully sorry, Ruth," said Arline, her voice trembling slightly.

"I should never have asked you to tell what you wished to keep secret." "And I shouldn't have been so silly as to refuse to tell," declared Ruth bravely.

"I'm going to tell you now, and you mustn't stop me.