"That's why I am afraid.

If he is plotting against the Crown, you may depend upon it he is laying his plans well.

John Tullis, that man is a devil--a devil incarnate." She turned her face away.
A spasm of utter repugnance crossed her face; she shuddered so violently that his hand went forth to clutch the fingers that trembled on the arm of the chair.

He held them in his firm grasp for a moment.

They looked into each other's eyes and he saw the flicker of undisguised horror in hers.