but I, who am neither very fine nor very deep, I am convinced that the fear is material." "Because she confessed to it being that ?" insinuated Mills.
"No, because she didn't," contradicted Blunt, with an angry frown and in an extremely suave voice.

"In fact, she bit her tongue.

And considering what good friends we are (under fire together and all that) I conclude that there is nothing there to boast of.

Neither is my friendship, as a matter of fact." Mills' face was the very perfection of indifference.

But I who was looking at him, in my innocence, to discover what it all might mean, I had a notion that it was perhaps a shade too perfect.
"My leave is a farce," Captain Blunt burst out, with a most unexpected exasperation.