A little gasping sigh came from her lips.
"Oh!--Santa Madonna!--to save his life!" "Ah, just that!" said Gwent impressively--"Think of it! I'm not speaking lies--that's not my way.

The man is making for himself what we in the European war called a 'danger zone,' where everybody not 'in the know' was warned off hidden mines.

Hidden mines! He's got them! That's so! You can take my word! It's no good looking for them, no one will ever find them but himself, and he thinks of nothing else.

But if he fell in love with YOU---" She gave a hopeless gesture.
"He will not--he thinks nothing of me--nothing!--no!--though he says I am beautiful!" "Oh, he says that, does he ?" and Gwent smiled--"Well, he'd be a fool if he didn't!" "Ah, but he does not care for beauty!" Manella went on.

"He sees it and he smiles at it, but it does not move him!" Gwent looked at her in perplexity, not knowing quite how to deal with the subject he himself had started.