'You have made a mistake! You would have done better had you trusted me.

I am no bundle of sawdust, Mademoiselle, though once you got the better of me, but a man; a man with an arm to shield and a brain to serve, and--as I am going to teach you--a heart also!' She shivered.
'In the orange-coloured sachet that you lost I believe that there were eighteen stones of great value ?' She made no answer, but she looked at me as if I fascinated her.

Her very breath seemed to pause and wait on my words.

She was so little conscious of anything else, of anything outside ourselves, that a score of men might have come up behind her, unseen and unnoticed..