Some trick of her voice, or some indescribable movement of her head--the trifles which are all-powerful over a man in love--beat down his contending reason.
"You say," he continued, "that you will make amends for your unfair dealing.

If you mean it, take the only course that shows itself.
Confess to Narramore what you have done; you owe it to him as much as to me." "I can't do that," said Eve, drawing away.

"It's for you to tell him--if you like." "No.

I had my opportunity, and let it pass.

I don't mean that you are to inform him of all there has been between us; that's needless.