"If. Oh, Clemency!"
"Then you ought to tell me. No, you needn't kiss me. I want you to tell me something. I don't want to be kissed."
"Well, what is that you want to know, dear?"
"Will you promise to tell me?"
"No, dear, I can't promise, but I will tell you if I am able without doing you harm."
"Who was that man who was buried yesterday, who had been hunting me so long, and frightening me and Uncle Tom, and why have I been compelled to stay housed as if I were a prisoner so much of my life?"
"Because you were in danger, dear, from the man."
"You are answering me in a circle." Clemency sat upright and looked at James, and the blue fire in her eyes glowed. "Who was the man?" she asked peremptorily.
"I can't tell you, dear."
"But you know."