For the capacity for evil merges at some point or other into incapability for comprehending good.
"Is that all he knows ?" she was wondering.
The suggestion that Sydney Bamborough was not dead had risen up to eclipse all other fear in her mind.

In some part her thought reached him.
"I know so much," he said, "that it is safest to tell me more.

I offered you my friendship because I think that no woman could carry through your difficulties unaided.

Princess, the admiration of Claude de Chauxville may be pleasant, but I venture to think that my friendship is essential." Etta raised her head a little.

She was within an ace of handing over to Karl Steinmetz the rod of power held over her by the Frenchman.