That, however, is my own story, and this"-- he paused and looked round the little room, furnished, decorated for her comfort--"this is your story.

We must forget that I am a man, and therefore subject to the influence of your beauty." She sat looking up into his strong, grave face, and during all that followed she never moved.
"I know you," he said, "to be courageous, and must ask you to believe that I exaggerate nothing in what I am about to tell you.

I tell it to you instead of leaving Paul to do so because I know his complete fearlessness, and his blind faith in a people who are unworthy of it.

He does not realize the gravity of the situation.

They are his own people.
A sailor never believes that his own ship is unseaworthy." "Go on!" said Etta, for he had paused.
"This country," he continued, "is unsettled.