He didn't start with any intention of telling me.

He fancied I might have lost my way among the sand-hills, that I might be frightened or get some harm, and so came straight to look for me, and take care of me.

He was very beautifully kind; and I felt beautifully safe with him--safe in the same way I feel safe with you, almost." Her mouth was soft, her eyes alight--dangerously alight now, for her pulse had quickened.

As she pleaded and protested her temperature raced up.
"It happened later," she went on, "when we were in the boat, and it was partly my fault.

He wrapped my feet up in his coat.