The instinct of self-protection was strong in her; what might lie behind his confidences, his blunt confessions, and his offer of help, she did not know.

They had reached Elizabeth House, and she paused on the broad steps under the shelter of the veranda.

With her back toward the door she looked down upon him as he stood on the sidewalk, his umbrella deeply shadowing his head and shoulders.

She stood before him like a vestal guarding her temple from desecration.

She was conscious of a sharp revulsion of feeling, and a sudden fierce anger burned in her heart.