"Do you understand what you've done?
You've killed the last shred of self-respect in me! Do you think I'd take anything at _your_ hands?
I never cared for anybody in the world except my mother.

If what your lawyers tell me is true--" His voice choked; he stood swaying a moment, face covered by his hands, "Berkley!" The young man's hands fell; he faced the other, who had risen to his heavy six-foot height, confronting him across the table.
"Berkley, whatever claim you have on me--and I'm ignoring the chance that you have none----" "By God, I tell you I have none! I want none! What you have done to her you have done to me! What you and your conscience and your cruelty and your attorneys did to her twenty-four years ago, you have done this day to me! As surely as you outlawed her, so have you outlawed me to-day.

That is what I now am, an outlaw!" "It was insulted civilisation that punished, not I, Berkley----" "It was you! You took your shrinking pound of flesh.

I know your sort.

Hell is full of them singing psalms!" Colonel Arran sat silently stern a moment.