that --"

"Answer the question!"

He crowded his wrath down and made out to answer
"No."

"Can you write?"

He wanted to resent this, too, but I said:

"You will confine yourself to the questions, and
make no comments. You are not here to air your
blood or your graces, and nothing of the sort will be
permitted. Can you write?"

 
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