"I find I'm still in it." "But don't be angry with me.

It was the only way." "The only way to, or out of, what ?" I asked, bewildered.
"Never mind." She looked at me with a singular expression in her slumbrous eyes.

It was sad, wistful, soothing, and gave me the idea of a noble woman making a senseless sacrifice.
"There is no earthly reason to do this on account of Dale," I protested.
"Dale has nothing to do with it." "Then who has ?" "Anastasius Papadopoulos," she said with undisguised irony.
"I beg your pardon," I said rather stiffly, "for appearing to force your confidence.

But as I first put the idea of joining your husband into your head and have enjoyed your confidence in the matter hitherto, I thought I might claim certain privileges." As she had done before, she laid her hands on my shoulders--we were alone in the alcove--and looked me in the eyes.
"Don't make me cry.

I'm very near it.