"Frankly, I don't want to tell you," I added, and I surely would have been glad to get out of the job.
"I want to hear--because I glory in his work," she replied deliberately.
I gathered as much from the expression of her face as from the deep ring of her voice, the clear content of her statement.

She loved the Ranger, but that was not all of her reason.
"His work ?" I echoed.

"Do you want him to succeed in it ?" "With all my heart," she said, with a white glow on her face.
"My God!" I ejaculated.

I just could not help it.

I felt Sally's small fingers clutching my arm like sharp pincers.