You could release me an you would." "And to gratify the selfish desire of immature passion, you would wish to see me jeopardise the life of those who place infinite trust in me." "God knows how you have gained their allegiance, Blakeney.

To me now you are selfish and callous." "There is the difficult task you craved for, Armand," was all the answer that Blakeney made to the taunt--"to obey a leader whom you no longer trust." But this Armand could not brook.

He had spoken hotly, impetuously, smarting under the discipline which thwarted his desire, but his heart was loyal to the chief whom he had reverenced for so long.
"Forgive me, Percy," he said humbly; "I am distracted.

I don't think I quite realised what I was saying.

I trust you, of course ...
implicitly...