"You speak of things as they happened—not making them less to save yourself," she said.
"That would be short-sighted and unsatisfactory."
"What must you have thought of me for telling you an untruth to make you go on?"
"I didn't think of it as an untruth. You wanted me to go for the good of others—and that way came to you—"
"But you would not have descended to such a trick—"
"Trick!" he said impatiently; "don't speak of it that way. Who am I to forget what you said—about the little ones needing a voice and a sign? ... And I want to add about the men who have sent me: they are pure. They hold their own lives as cheap as those whom they find necessary to put out of the way.
"They loved the little spy, too. They have a dream of a purer world. I don't think anywhere on earth the dream is so close to coming true as it is in the minds of those men. I am proud to serve them."
"I cannot see you running after the little spy, through the streets—"
"I'm sorry you have to see it at all."
"I had to ask, as if its presence in your mind made me draw it forth. I will help you forget it—"