I wondered apprehensively what she was going to do next.
"For God's sake, be my friend and help me!" The cry, in her rich, low notes, seemed to come from the depths of the woman's nature.

It caused some absurd and unnecessary chord within me to vibrate.
For the first time I realised that her strong, handsome face could look nobly and pathetically beautiful.

Her eyes swam in an adorable moisture and grew very human and appealing.

In a second all my self-denying ordinances were forgotten.

The witch had me in her power again.
"My dear Madame Brandt," said I, "how can I do it ?" "Don't take Dale from me.