"She has given up a great position and devoted the greater part of her fortune towards the causes which you and I and all of us are working for." "There'd be plenty of work for her in Russia just now," Cross observed.
"No person of noble birth," Julian reminded him, "has the slightest chance of working effectively in Russia to-day.

Besides, Miss Abbeway is half English.

Failing Russia, she would naturally select this as the country in which she could do most good." Some retort seemed to fade away upon the other's lips.

His shaggy eyebrows were drawn a little closer together as he glanced towards the door.

Julian followed the direction of his gaze.