's tempestuous  and wordnetanger with a sickly, silencing
wordnetfear, with a terrible sense of some evil here beyond his knowledge and
ministering, and of an impotence alike to act and to serve, to defend
and to avenge--the deadliest  his fearless life had ever known.

"Pardon me, my lord," interposed Baroni, "I can waste time no more. You
must be now convinced yourself of your friend's implication in this very
distressing affair."

"I!" The Seraph's majesty of haughtiest amaze and  blazed from his
azure eyes on the man who dared say this  to him. "I! If you dare
hint such a damnable  to my face again, I will wring your neck with
as little  as I would a kite's. I believe in his ? Forgive
me, Cecil, that I can even repeat the word! I believe in it? I would as
soon believe in my own disgrace--in my father's dishonor!"

"How will your lordship account, then, for Mr. Cecil's total inability
to tell us know he spent the hours between six and nine on the 15th?"

"Unable? He is not unable; he declines! Bertie, tell me what you did
that one cursed evening. Whatever