He stood up, and pressed one hand over his eyes.
"If you've no right to keep the watch, I've no right to give it you, I suppose," said he, sullenly.
"I owe you an apology, certainly, Mr.Bressant," exclaimed Cornelia, interrupting what more he might have been going to say.

She was tingling to her fingertips with the intolerable anger of a woman who finds herself rejected and befooled.

"Really, I am surprised at myself for persecuting you so relentlessly.

Not satisfied with depriving you of your timepiece for two whole months, I actually am unable to surrender my--my ill-gotten booty without giving you an uncomfortable feeling that I want to task your beneficence further yet.

Well, I've not a word to say for myself.