"I'm almost one of the family." "You're Ann's sweetheart, an', by Heaven, I say you oughtn't to go with us!" whispered Jean.
"Go--with--you," faltered Ann.
"Yes.

Dad is goin' straight after Jorth.

Can't you tell that?
An' there 'll be one hell of a fight." Ann looked up into Colmor's face with all her soul in her eyes, but she did not speak.

Her look was noble.

She yearned to guide him right, yet her lips were sealed.