This policeman, he says, is anxious to arrest me." "To make you give evidence before a magistrate," said his father.
"He did not dare to tell me that he suspected me himself." "There;--I knew you had quarrelled." "I deny it altogether.

I have not quarrelled with Augustus Scarborough.
He is welcome to his suspicions if he chooses to entertain them.

I should have liked him better if he had not brought me down to Tretton, so as to extract from me whatever he can.

I shall be more guarded in future in speaking of Mountjoy Scarborough; but to you I give my positive assurance, which I do not doubt you will believe, that I know nothing respecting him." An honest indignation gleamed in his eyes as he spoke; but still there were the signs of that vacillation about his mouth which Florence had been able to read, but not to interpret.
"Yes," said the squire, after a pause, "I believe you.

You haven't that kind of ingenuity which enables a man to tell a lie and stick to it.