"Yes," he urged.
"I think," she said slowly, "that you are running away from a fight that has not yet begun." It thrilled her to be talking so.

Once before she had tasted the sweetness and the bitterness of crime.

She did not stop to think about right or wrong.

If she had done so her ethics would have been strangely illogical.

It was enough that, short as their acquaintance had been, she felt unconsciously that there was something latent in the spirit of this man akin to her own.
Murray also felt rather than understood the bond that had been growing so rapidly between them.