For a moment or two she was speechless.
Her bosom rose and fell, a bright streak of colour flared in her cheeks.
Brott stood away from her, white and stern.
"You--are clumsy!" she said.

"You frighten me!" Her words carried no conviction.

He looked at her with a new suspicion.
"You talk like a child," he answered roughly, "or else your whole conduct is a fraud.

For months I have been your slave.

I have abandoned my principles, given you my time, followed at your heels like a tame dog.