I could not have done that had I been guilty.

He dropped his hand, already lifted for the second blow, and sent me back to my seat.

I suppose either his heart interfered, or he saw that I was not in need of more punishment.

The greatest good he did me, one for which I shall be ever grateful, was the rousing in me of a love for English literature, especially poetry.

But I cannot linger upon this at present, tempting although it be.