You have no right; I gave you no right." He permitted her to draw away, and they stood facing each other, he eager, mystified, thrilling with passion almost beyond mastery, she trembling and unstrung, her cheeks crimson, her eyes filled with mute appeal.
"I read it in your face," he insisted.

"It told of love." "Then my face must have lied," she answered, her soft voice tremulous, "or else you read the message wrongly.

It is from my lips you must take the answer." "And they kissed me." "If so, I knew it not.

It was by no volition of mine.

Lieutenant Brant, I have trusted you so completely; that was not right." "My heart exonerates me." "I cannot accept that guidance." "Then you do not love me." She paused, afraid of the impulse that swept her on.