"I—I!" he almost stammered. "What have I got to do with it?"
"I ask you to judge yourself, to put yourself in my place. That is all. Do you tell me that all workings of conscience are due to obscure bodily causes?"
"How could I? No, but yours—"
"Are not. They hurt my body. They do not come from my body's hurt. And they increase upon me in this place, yes, they increase upon me."
"I knew it," cried Uniacke.
"Why is that?" said Sir Graham, with a melancholy accent. "I feel, I begin to feel that there must be some powerful reason—yes, in this island."
"There cannot be. Leave it! Leave it!"
"I am held here."
"By what?"
"Something intangible, invisible—"