"I beg you to let me see her for a minute, sir," she gasped out, "for the love of God.

It is life and death!" Parson Fair looked shocked and half alarmed.

He had not had to do with women like this, who spoke with such fervor of passion.

His womankind had swathed all their fiercer human emotions with shy decorum and stern modesty, as Turkish women swathe their faces with veils.
Madelon, still under the fear of Eugene, pressed inside the door as she spoke, and he stood aside half involuntarily.

"I beg you to let me see her," she repeated.