You have the wit and discretion to hold him within certain limits.

It is a dangerous game, I admit, and a disagreeable one, but the case requires desperate remedies." She lifted her eyes, searching my face through the dim light.
"Geoffry Carlyle," she said, at last, a tremor in the low voice, "there is no sacrifice I would not make to preserve my honor.

I hate this man; I dread his touch; I shrink from contact with him, as I would from a snake, but I am not going to refuse to do my part.

If you say this is right, and justified, I will consent." "I believe it is." "And you will not lose faith in me ?" she questioned earnestly.

"It will not lower your belief in my womanhood ?" "Nothing could do that.