"What's the Ingleton dragon been doin' to you, my pretty ?" She danced with him with a feeling that the net was drawn close about her, and she was powerless to struggle any longer.

When he suffered her to stand at last, her head was whirling so that she had to cling to him for support.
He led her to a secluded corner and put her into a chair.

Then he bent over her and spoke into her ear.

"Look here! I'm not such a bad sort.

They've coupled our names together in the local rag.
Why not let 'em ?" She looked up at him, summoning her strength with a great effort.
"So it was your doing!" she said.
"No, it wasn't!" he declared.