But I feel confident, already, that my secret is safe with you." The light on her forehead, still a little ridged and reddened by the pressure of the edge of the mask, showed it broad, high, intelligent.
Her eyes were deep and eager with a kind of burning determination.

The hand she had rested on the table clenched with the intensity of her appeal: "Let me stay! Let me serve you all! I ask no more of life than that!" The Master, knotting together the loose threads of his emotion, came a step nearer.
"Your name, madam!" he demanded.
"I cannot tell you.

I am Captain Alfred Alden to you, still.

Just that.

Nothing more." "You continue insubordinate?
Do you know, madam, that for this I could order you bound hand and foot, have you laid on the trap in the lower gallery, and command the trap to be sprung ?" His face grew hard, deep-lined, almost savage as he confronted her--the only being who now dared stand against his will.