I cannot say a word you do not misinterpret.

Please do not attempt to tease me; let us part friends." The tone in which she said this meant far more than the mere words; I had ventured enough, and recognized the limitation to her patience.
However strong her interest in me might already be, no acknowledgment was probable under present circumstances.

I would but waste time, perhaps seriously injure my standing with her, were I to continue.

The future must be left to work out its own miracle--to reveal her heart, and to prove the worthlessness of Le Gaire.

For me to linger longer, holding her there in constant peril of discovery, would be simply madness.
I led the horse back, past where the disabled Confederate lay, pausing an instant to look down on the dim figure.