Brother!
—Nay, nay, it is not so; I know that very well. But were I to judge by your behavior now, I say, and by that alone, I should prepare my fingers for the fight, and this weapon for war.
And I—if I were to judge by your looks and behaviour at the door, I should believe that you were flying for your life, and that betaking yourself to my roof, without regard for me or mine, you were willing to betray us to the law.
Man—man—how could you believe such a thing of me?
You were pale as death, George—
Speak louder—
Pale as death, and you did not answer me, nor even appear to see me, till after I had spoken to you two or three times.
Of a truth?—
You appeared unwilling to trust yourself beneath my roof, when you saw me—
Did I—