Now I realize it will require a higher motive to influence you; not love of life, but love of country." I felt the closer clasp of her fingers on my guiding hand, and knew I took a deep breath of surprise.
"Lean your head just a little closer," she whispered.

"I--I know you, Major Lawrence, and--and I wish you well." How I kept to the measure I cannot now imagine, for, in an instant, all my house of cards crumbled into nothingness.

She knew me, this blue-eyed girl; knew me, and sought to aid my mission, this daughter of a loyalist, this lady of the Blended Rose.

It was inconceivable, and yet a fact--my name had been whispered by her lips.
Suddenly she looked up laughing, as though to make others feel that we conversed lightly.

We passed Grant, even as I held my breath, almost afraid to venture with words.