"Are you going to help me?
Am I to count on you as my friend ?" He looked at her vacantly.

It cost him an effort before he could give her the attention that she had claimed.
"You have been hard on me," Grace went on.

"But you showed me some kindness at first; you tried to make them give me a fair hearing.

I ask you, as a just man, do you doubt now that the woman on the sofa in the next room is an impostor who has taken my place?
Can there be any plainer confession that she is Mercy Merrick than the confession she has made?
_You_ saw it; _they_ saw it.

She fainted at the sight of me." Julian crossed the room--still without answering her--and rang the bell.
When the servant appeared, he told the man to fetch a cab.
Grace rose from her chair.