He was repressing a mighty emotion.

But not by the quiver of one of her long lashes did Marette Radisson give evidence that she had even heard his confession of love.

She interrupted him before he had finished.
"I can promise you nothing, no matter what you do.

Jeems, Jeems, you are not like those other men I learned to hate?
You will not INSIST?
If you do--if you are like them--yes, you may go away from here tonight and not wait for Jean Laselle.

Listen! The storm will not break for hours.