Let me--" Abruptly he ceased.

She had drawn back her head, her face was white to the lips, and in her eyes, as they dwelt on his at such close quarters, there appeared a look of terror, of loathing unutterable.

He saw it, and releasing her arm he fell back as if she had struck him.

The colour left his face too.
"Or is it," he muttered thickly, "that I inspire you, with much the same feeling as does he ?" She stood before him with lowered eyelids, her bosom heaving still from the agitation of fear his closeness had aroused in her.

He studied her in silence a moment, with narrowing eyes and tightening lips.