Only believe in my friendship, princess.

That is all I ask." Etta shook her head.
"I think not," she answered, in a voice too light, too superficial, too hopelessly shallow for the depth of the moment.

She was thinking only of Sydney Bamborough, and of that dread secret.

She fought with what arms she wielded best--the lightest, the quickest, the most baffling.
"As you will," said Steinmetz..