"You promised--you promised--" "What did I promise ?" he said.
"That you wouldn't--wouldn't"-- she spoke breathlessly, for his hold was tightening upon her--"gobble me up," she ended, with a painful little laugh.
"I see." Merryon's voice was deep and low.

"And you meantime are at liberty to play any fool game you like with me.

Is that it ?" She was quivering from head to foot.

She did not lift her face.

"It wasn't--a fool game," she protested.