But he's never said a word he mightn't say to a lady.
There's the kissing----" "Yes, there's the kissing.

It oughtn't to be, Nora." As I said it I felt what a poor hypocrite I was, for I could never have resisted Anthony Cardew if he had wished to kiss me, never, never, no matter what trouble or misery it involved.

"You ought to go away, Nora, out of the reach of temptation.

There is no one dependent on you; no one for whose sake you need dread to go.

The only thing would be to go away." "I've thought of it, Miss Bawn, but sure, if he wanted me I'd only have to come back." There was something in her voice that frightened me; it sounded so hopeless, so without any capacity for resistance.
"My aunt is own maid to Lady Garmoy," she went on.