Not only did Lassiter turn white--not only did he grow tense, not only did he lose his coolness, but also he suddenly, violently, hungrily took her into his arms and crushed her to his breast.
"Lassiter!" cried Jane, trembling.

It was an action for which she took sole blame.

Instantly, as if dazed, weakened, he released her.

"Forgive me!" went on Jane.

"I'm always forgetting your--your feelings.