For an instant his eyes gleamed savagely, the veins of his temples swelled.

"Feel!" "But what can I do ?" Blondel could have answered, but to what advantage?
What could words profit him, seeing that it was a life for a life, and that, as all that a man hath he will give for his life, so there is nothing another hath that he will take for it.

Argument was useless; prayer, in view of the other's confession, beside the mark.

The magistrate saw this, and made an effort to resume his dignity.

"We will talk another day," he murmured, pressing his hand to his brow, "another day!" And he turned to the door.