She lurched forward, and to avoid falling instinctively clutched at her companion's outstretched hand.

Exactly what passed between the young man and young girl in that hand-clasp--the first contact they had had of one another--it might seem far-reached and fantastic to affirm; yet that it steadied not only Damaris' trembling limbs, but her trembling and over-wrought spirit, is beyond question.

For it was kind and more than kind--tender, and that with the tenderness of right and usage rather than of sentimental response to a passing sentimental appeal.
"There, there," he said, "what's the use of working to keep up this little farce any longer?
Just give in--you can't put off doing so in the end.

Why not at once, then, accept defeat and spare both yourself and me pain?
You are no more fit to walk, than you are fit to fly--to fly away from me!--That's what you want, isn't it?
Ah! that flight will come, no doubt, all in good time .-- But meanwhile, be sensible.

Put your left arm round my neck--like this, yes.