"I felt a good deal in the way, but I'm glad now I was with you."
"I'm glad, too, if it's only that you've discovered at last what manner of man I am when the evil one gets hold of me. None of us likes to be persistently overrated, you know."
"I don't think the less of you for being angry when you had a just cause, as I know you must have had."
"It's not the being angry; it's the losing control."
"But you didn't."
"Didn't I?" A short, grim laugh testified to Burns's opinion on this point. "Ask that woman I put on the train to-night. Jord, on her arm is a black bruise where I gripped her when she lied to me; I gripped her—a woman. You might as well know. Now—keep on respecting me if you can."
"But I do," said Jordan King.