You need have no fear that I shall fail to respond to any message you send." "I shall not doubt." She held out her hand frankly.

"You believe in me now, Mr.Westcott ?" "Absolutely; indeed I think I always have.

That other thing hurt, yet I kept saying to myself, 'She had some good reason.'" "Always think so, please, no matter what happens.

I was nearly wild until I got the note to you; I was so afraid you would leave the hotel.
We must trust each other." He stood before her, his hat in hand, a strong, robust figure, his bronzed face clearly revealed; the sunlight making manifest the grey hair about his temples.

To Miss Donovan he seemed all man, instinct with character and purpose, a virile type of the out-of-doors.
"To the death," and his lips and eyes smiled.