The expression on her face told me she had discovered it locked, herself a prisoner, and that she had turned in desperation.

Her first, swift, unrestraining speech gave me full understanding of her despair.
"You have trapped me here--you--you brute," she burst forth.

"What you said out yonder was all a lie to--to get me to come with you!" "Well, what of it ?" insinuatingly.

"All is fair in love and war, I have heard, and this is either the one or the other.

Why should n't it be me, my dear, as well as the other ?" "What do you mean?
Do you connect me with Gordon Craig ?" "Of course," and he laughed.