"Go quickly! Go quickly!" "But do you understand ?" "Not yet, but I shall.

Will you go?
They might come-my father might come-at any moment." "But---" "Do you want to drive me quite mad?
Please go!" She laid a trembling, urgent hand upon his sleeve.
"Never, until you tell me that you understand," replied Crailey firmly, listening keenly for the slightest sound from overhead.

"Never--until then!" "When I do I shall tell you; now I only know that you must go." "But tell me--" "You must go!" There was a shuffling of chairs on the floor overhead, and Crailey went.

He went even more hastily than might have been expected from the adaman-tine attitude he had just previously assumed.

Realizing this as he reached the wet path, he risked stealing round to her window: "For your sake!" he breathed; and having thus forestalled any trifling imperfection which might arise in her recollection of his exit from the house, he disappeared, kissing his hand to the rain as he ran down the street.
Miss Betty locked her door and pulled close the curtains of her window.
A numerous but careful sound of footsteps came from the hall, went by her door and out across the veranda.