In fact, I may say that he is only awaiting my permission for an immediate interview." "Then let him await mine!" exclaimed Rachel, in a vindictive voice for which she was apologizing in the next breath.

"I owe you much," she added, "if only for your kindness and sympathy during these few minutes.
But to him I owe nothing that I cannot pay in cash.

He tried to keep me from telling my own story in the box--they all did--but he was the worst of all.

So I certainly do not owe him my life.

He came to me and he said what he liked; he may have forgotten what he said, but I never shall." "He would be the first to admit his error now." "Perhaps; but he believed me guilty to the very end; and I utterly refuse to see him to-night." "Then I shall tell him so." And the good doctor disappeared for the nonce, but was back in a couple of minutes, full of the lawyer's expostulations.