"I never did any harm in me life."
"Except to forget to speak the truth. You're getting old, Nora. Maybe that's what's the matter with your memory. Because Monsieur de Vautrin is certain that the facts about the birth of his child are quite different from those you've related. You've said that Mary Callonby's child was this very girl called Moira Quinlevin——?"
"I did—she was," blurted Nora, furiously.
"And before she died—that very night—she gave the child a Christian name?"
"She did."
"You're very sure of this?"
"Nora——!" warned Quinlevin.
"I'm sure of it. Why wouldn't I——" cried Nora, "when I was hearin' the very words of her tongue."
"And the child was a girl?"
"Yes—a—a girl——"