My knees buckled as I touched the chair, and I was glad to sit down.

My face was wet with perspiration and a kind of cold ripple shot over me.

I imagined I was losing my nerve then.

Proof beyond doubt that Sally loved me was so sweet, so overwhelming a thing, that I could not resist, even to save her disgrace.
"Russ, the fact of your being here is the very thing to save you--if they come," Sally whispered softly.

"What do I care what they think ?" She put her arms round my neck.