Mightily obliged to you, sir, for the help." As Mary Ellen stepped into the buggy for the return home her face had lost its pink.

One of the mysterious revulsions of femininity had set in.

Suddenly, it seemed to her, she had caught herself upon the brink of disaster.

It seemed to her that all her will was going, that in spite of herself she was tottering on toward some fascinating thing which meant her harm.

This tall and manly man, she must not yield to this impulse to listen to him! She must not succumb to this wild temptation to put her head upon a broad shoulder and to let it lie there while she wept and rested.