"I thought I'd seen her face somewhere afore, pictures of her, photos, or something."
"Yes; go on."
"I may be mistaken; I'd not like to say as much without being certain."
"You can trust me; it shall go no farther."
"She's like the wife, the woman whose husband he shot," said Brack.
"You've hit it," said Carl. "That accounts for it; she is the woman, no doubt."
"Don't hurry; it may be only a likeness."
"You'd not have remembered it if she'd not been the woman," said Carl. "It's stuck in your memory."
"If she's the one, no wonder she's afraid to meet him—he'd do for her."
"I don't think so. He must have been precious fond of her, or he'd never have done time for her."