Bravely, frankly, she gave him back his look.

Kalman drew a deep breath.

It was as if he had been on a long voyage of discovery, how long he could not tell.

But what he had seen brought comfort to his heart.

She had not shrunk from him.
"That was fine!" cried Marjorie again, offering him her hand.
"I am afraid," he said, holding back his, "that my hand is not clean enough to shake with you." "Give it to me," she said almost imperiously.