And do you understand, too, that an innocent and sensitive and modest girl would rather die than have such a thing made public through your well-meant activity?
So there's nothing for anybody to do--yet." Neville could scarcely speak.
"Do you mean--she was attacked by some--man!" "It looks like it.

And--you'd better keep it from your family--because _she_ did.

She's game to the core--that little girl." "But she--she'll tell me!" stammered Neville--she's _got_ to tell me--" "She won't if she can help it.

Would it aid her any if you found out who it was and killed him ?--ran for a gun and did a little murdering some pleasant morning--just to show your chivalrous consideration and devotion to her ?" "Are you asking me to let a beast like that go unpunished ?" demanded Neville violently.
"Oh, use your brains, Louis.

He frightened her and she slashed him well for it.