"It's my artistic temperament, I suppose.

It's always getting me into trouble.

It appealed so strongly to my sympathies--this story of hopeless love between two young people--with the father of the girl hounded by corrupt politicians and unscrupulous financiers.
It was too much for me.

Ah! ah! I forgot where I was!" She leaned against a chair, sick and faint from nervousness, her whole body trembling.

At that moment there was a knock at the library door and Jefferson Ryder appeared.