She did both now.

She seemed warm, softened, agitated.

How could this be anything but sincere?
I felt myself slipping; so I laughed harshly.
"Chance! I've no chance on earth." "Try!" she whispered.
But I caught myself in time.

Then the shock of bitter renunciation made it easy for me to simulate anger.
"You promised not to--not to--" I began, choking.

My voice was hoarse and it broke, matters surely far removed from pretense.
I had seen Sally Langdon in varying degrees of emotion, but never as she appeared now.