"What is he ?" "He's a German!" returned Lenore, and red burned out of the white of her cheeks.

"Secret agent--I.W.W.!...

Plotter against my father's life!...
Oh, he knocked father off the car--dragged him!...

He ran the car away--with me--forced me back--he struck me!...

Oh, if I were a man!" Nash responded with a passion that made his face drip with sweat and distort into savage fury of defeat and hate.
"You two-faced cat!" he hissed.