Against her will, she all at once lost her sense of repulsion and the wrath she had been storing against him.

Nor, by her very best efforts, could she revive her righteous displeasure.
"Mr.Brice," she said, timidly, as he guided her with swiftly steady step through the dense blackness, "perhaps I had no right to speak as I did.

If I did you an injustice--" "Don't!" he bade her, cutting short her halting apology.

"You mustn't be sorry for anything.

And I'd have bitten out my tongue sooner than tell you the things I had to, if it weren't that you'd have heard them, soon enough, in an even less palatable form.