"Tell me his name," he said hoarsely.

"I demand it.

I will not rest till I kill him." "If you would kill him, I surely will not tell you his name.

In truth, I admit I am very fond of him." "Speak not another word to me till you tell me his name," stormed John.

I feel sorry for John when I think of the part he played in this interview; but every man knows well his condition.
"I care not," continued John, "in what manner I have offended you, nor does my debt of gratitude to you for your generosity in forgiving my sins weigh one scruple against this you have told me.