There were those puzzling lights back in her eyes as he met them.

He was confused.
"Well, you might get hurt." "Oh!" "You might get killed sometime.

And it wouldn't make the least difference to me, your using a double.

I'd like you just the same." "I see; it wouldn't be the way it was with Baxter when you found it out." "No; you--you're different.

I don't want you to get killed," he added, rather blankly.