At large, she is dangerous.

He seeks her, and if he finds her, he takes away her liberty." All this was said with a definite purpose.

It was to let Gretchen know that I knew her secret.

"Gretchen, you are an embryo Socialist; a chrysalis, as it were." "No, Herr," sadly; "I am a butterfly whose wings have been clipped." I had not expected this admission, "Never mind," said I.

"Gretchen, I do not want you to call me Herr; call me Jack." "Jack!" she said.