"Here, take me away—I've had enough of this."
"Listen. I have something to say to you—something to do for you, too."
The convict broke afresh into a laugh.
"Take me away, will you?"
"What if I say I am sorry for the past?" said Hugh.
"Then you are a hypocrite!" the convict answered.
Hugh Ritson drew himself up, and took his breath audibly. In one swift instant his face became discolored and his features pinched and rigid. There was silence, and then in a low, broken tone, he said:
"Paul, you know well what sort of a man I am; don't drive me too hard. I have come here to do you a service. Remember your sufferings—"
Once again the convict broke into a cold laugh.
"Remember that others—one other—may be suffering with you."