In fact he probably wouldn't lower himself to do such a thing." But still she clung to him.

"Ralph, don't go! Please don't go! I have a feeling--I am afraid--I--" She broke off panting, her fingers tightly clutching his sleeve.

"Don't go!" she reiterated.
He put his arm round her.

"My dear, what do you think a tatterdemalion gipsy is going to do to me?
He may be a snake-charmer, and if so the sooner he is got rid of the better.

There! What did I tell you?
He is coming out of his corner.