Polly is here." "Polly is a good girl; she understands.

A word, then, if you must drive me away." "Your _parole!_" "I can pass the sentries.

No fear of the patrol hereabouts.

Your hand-- let down your hand to me.

I can reach it from the parapet here--with my fingers only, not with my lips, though even that you never forbade!" Weakly, she lowered her arm over the sill.