"My God, you don't believe that I--" "Do you deny it ?" "The imputation?
Utterly." "And if I tell you that myself with these eyes I saw you at the window of her room with her; if I tell you that I saw the rope ladder dangling from her balcony; if I tell you that crouching there after I had killed Samoval--killed him, mark me, for saying that you and my wife betrayed me; killed him for telling me the filthy truth--if I tell you that I heard her attempting to restrain you from going down to see what had happened--if I tell you all this, will you still deny it, will you still lie ?" "I will still say that all that you imply is false as hell and your own senseless jealousy can make it.
"All that I imply?
But what I state--the facts themselves, are they true ?" "They are true.

But--" "True!" cried Miss Armytage in horror.
"Ah, wait," O'Moy bade her with his heavy sneer.

"You interrupt him.
He is about to construe those facts so that they shall wear an innocent appearance.

He is about to prove himself worthy of the great sacrifice you made to save his life.

Well ?" And he looked expectantly at Tremayne.
Miss Armytage looked at him too, with eyes from which the dread passed almost at once.