Harry, you must give me time.

It's all so--so sudden.

Please wait!" Nash appeared divided between two emotions.

Lenore watched him from behind her parted veil.

She had been astonished to find out that, side by side with her intense disgust and shame at the part she was playing, there was a strong, keen, passionate interest in it, owing to the fact that, though she could prove little against this man, her woman's intuition had sensed his secret deadly antagonism toward her father.