We are out here alone in the night.

If I were to let go of myself now and say what I want to say to you,--well, you would be frightened and hurt and,--God knows I wouldn't hurt you for the world.

I hope you understand, Miss Clinton." She had had time to fortify herself.
"Yes,--I understand," she said, but not without a strange wonder filling her mind.
He was fair,--and yet he was baffling.

She had not expected this rare trait in him.

Men she had known were not like this.