He nodded: "They are. There is plenty of room for Nolan's, an' mebby his owner, too," he suggested. "Can't you see, Norah?" he asked in a swift change of tone. "Can't you see? Don't you know how much I—"
"Yes. It must be terrible to have such remorse," she quickly interposed. "And I sympathize with you deeply, too."
"Remorse nothin'! Them fellers was lookin' for it, an' they got just what they deserved. If I had n't 'a' done it somebody else would."
"And you a murderer! I never thought that of you. I can hardly believe it of you. And you calmly confess it to me as though it were nothing!"
"Why, I—I—"
"Don't talk to me! To think you have human blood on your hands. To think—"
"Norah! Norah, listen; won't you?"
"—that you are that sort of a man! How dare you call here as you have? How dare you?"
"But I tell you they were tryin' to get me! I just had to. Why, I didn't do it for nothin'. I 've got a right to defend myself, ain't I?"
"You had to? Is that true?" she demanded.