Our armoury had never been fuller.

There were revolvers for every one, ammunition for a thousand....

Pardon, monsieur, but I cannot talk of this affair.
The anger rises so hot in my heart that I fear to betray myself to those who may be listening.

And besides, you have not come here to talk with me of it." "It is true," Selingman confessed.
There was a brief silence.

The dancer was studying them both.