"I know it; but we must be patient."
"Can't be patient. I haven't any patience—not a bit. If I could get hold of Ben Smart, I would choke him. I hope they will catch him and send him to the state prison for life."
Julia looked sad. These malignant words did not sound like those of the Harry West she had known and loved. They were so bitter that they curdled the warm blood in her veins, and the heart of Harry seemed less tender than before.
"Harry," said she, in soft tones, and so sad that he could not but observe the change which had come over her.
"Well, Julia."
"You don't mean what you said."
"Don't mean it?"
"No, I am sure you don't. Do you remember what the Bible says?"
"What does it say?" asked he, deeply impressed by the sad and solemn tones of the little angel.
"'Forgive your enemies,' Harry."