"I will write the same to Euphrosyne, and send it by 'registered post' to-day." "Here!" he suddenly cried, "Just pencil a few words to her to say that you are with me, and that we understand each other; that our interests are to be one; and that she must keep the faith and help us both, for both our sakes.

I will mail it so that old Johnstone will be powerless to injure any of us three." He gave her another leaflet from his book, and detached a golden pencil from his watch chain.
There was a crimson flush upon her cheek, as she vainly essayed to write.

Her hand trembled, and then with a sob, her head fell upon her breast; with an infinite art, the triumphant renegade soothed the excited woman, and, it was only through her happy tears that she saw him, before her there, duplicating the secret addresses.
"Now, Justine; my Justine!" softly said Alan Hawke.

"Here is a secret address in Allahabad, and a secret address in London.

If this man decides to send Nadine away, he will do it secretly in some way.