toward the
door。His
face was
sullen，
quite
still。Then
he spoke
again，
moving；his
voice now
had an
overtone，
unmirthful
yet
quizzical，
at once
humorless
and
sardonic：“If
I'm not，
damned if
I haven't
wasted a
lot of
time。” she
in turn
seemed to
muse now，
quiet，
scarcebreathing，
yet still
with
nothing of
selfpity
or
retrospect：“I
had
thought of
that。 Why
father
didn't
shoot
Colonel
Sartoris。I
think that
it was
because of
his French
blood。”
“French
