Whether you believe, or not, you must listen." She stared at me, still trembling from head to foot, and yet there was a different expression in her eyes--puzzled doubt.
"You--you will have much to explain," she said slowly.

"If--if I were you I should hardly attempt it." "Which must mean, Miss Hardy, that you are already so prejudiced a fair hearing is impossible.

Yet I thought you, at least, a friend." A deep flush swept into her cheeks, to vanish as quickly.
"You had reason to think so, and I was," earnestly.

"I was deceived in your character, and trusted you implicitly.

It seems as though I am destined to be the constant victim of deceit.