Even Sexton never questioned her identity; in face, figure, dress the resemblance was absolutely perfect.

Good heavens, but she is an actress!" She touched his arm with her hand, and under the slight pressure he looked aside at her.
"You know now," she said softly, "and I know.

All this is passed and gone between us.

We are here alone, the sport of the waves, and I have no reason to be other than frank.

I believe in you, Matthew West; in your honesty and manhood.