"You want to impress on me that I'm not to wring Bram Johnson's neck when his back is turned, or at any other time, and you want me to believe that he hasn't done you any harm.

And yet you're afraid to the bottom of your soul.

I know it.

A little while ago your face was as white as chalk, and now--now--it's the prettiest face I've ever seen.

Now, see here, little girl--" It gave him a pleasant thrill to see the glow in her eyes and the eager poise of her slim, beautiful body as she listened to him.
"I'm licked," he went on, smiling frankly at her.