This woman never flinched.

There was some reserved strength within herself upon which she was now drawing.

His dealings had all been with half-castes--with impure blood and doubtful descendants of a mixed ancestry.

He had never fairly roused a pure-bred English man or woman, and suddenly he began to feel out of his depth.
"What is your knowledge ?" asked Jocelyn in a coldly measured voice.
"I think you had better not ask that; you will be sorry afterwards.
I would rather that you thought quietly over what I have told you.

Perhaps, on second thoughts, you will see your way to give me some--slight hope.