She looked harmless; but his physical apprehensiveness was sharpened by his nervous condition, and he read power in her: the capacity to concentrate all animal and mental vigour into one feeling--this being the power of the soul.
So she stood, breathing quietly, steadily eyeing him.
"No, no;" went on Mr.Pole.

"Come, come.

We'll sit down, and see, and talk--see what can be done.

You know I always meant kindly by you." "Oh, yes!" Emilia musically murmured, and it cost her nothing to smile again.
"Now, tell me how this began." Mr.Pole settled himself comfortably to listen, all irritation having apparently left him, under the influence of the dominant nature.

"You need not be ashamed to talk it over to me." "I am not ashamed," Emilia led off, and told her tale simply, with here and there one of her peculiar illustrations.