There in the parlor, and Marget standing looking at us, astonished.

She was feeble and pale, but I knew that those conditions would not last in Satan's atmosphere, and it turned out so.

I introduced Satan--that is, Philip Traum--and we sat down and talked.

There was no constraint.

We were simple folk, in our village, and when a stranger was a pleasant person we were soon friends.
Marget wondered how we got in without her hearing us.