She was white and wonderful.

She stepped out of the door, close to Steele.

She did not see me; she cared nothing for my presence.

All the world would not have mattered to her then.
"I have wronged you!" she said impulsively.
Looking on, I seemed to see or feel some slow, mighty force gathering in Steele to meet this ordeal.

Then he appeared as always--yet, to me, how different! "Miss Sampson, how can you say that ?" he returned.
"I believed what my father and George Wright said about you--that bloody, despicable record! Now I do _not_ believe.