Injured innocence, I perceive, is to be the line of defence.

What! are you already going ?" "I am." "Where ?" She turned again, standing erect, her face flushing, her hand upon the latch of the door.
"If it is imperative that you know, I will tell you.

I intend seeking Mr.Winston, and informing him exactly who and what I am." "Now?
at this hour of the night ?" "Better now, and at this hour of the night, than venture waiting until after you have had an inning.

I am not at all ashamed to confess the truth, if I can only be the first to tell my story." She pressed the latch of the door, her breathing so rapid as to be positively painful.

With an ill-repressed oath, Farnham sprang to his feet, his rising anger putting an end to all prudence.
"Wait!" he exclaimed gruffly.