'So many.

Go on.

Say, so many fall.' 'From which ONE traveller fell,' returned the other, 'who set forward, on his way, a boy like him, and missed his footing more and more, and slipped a little and a little lower; and went on stumbling still, until he fell headlong and found himself below a shattered man.

Think what I suffered, when I watched that boy.' 'You have only yourself to thank for it,' returned the brother.
'Only myself,' he assented with a sigh.

'I don't seek to divide the blame or shame.' 'You have divided the shame,' James Carker muttered through his teeth.
And, through so many and such close teeth, he could mutter well.
'Ah, James,' returned his brother, speaking for the first time in an accent of reproach, and seeming, by the sound of his voice, to have covered his face with his hands, 'I have been, since then, a useful foil to you.