She tried to resist, but was powerless.

Then came the torturing thought, "If I repel him--if I act differently--he will guess the reason," and she was passive; but he felt her slight form tremble.
"My poor little ghost, you are ill in very truth! I'm indeed sorry that I left you so long." "Believe me, Graydon, I am ill.

Please let that excuse me and explain.
Oh, that I--I were strong, like Miss Wildmere!" "Isn't she a beauty ?" exclaimed the unconscious Graydon.

"The man who wins her might well be proud, for he would have competitors by the score." "Your chances seem excellent," said Madge, in a low tone.
He laughed complacently, but added: "You don't know these society belles.

They can show a great deal of favor to more than one fellow, yet never permit themselves to be pinned by a definite promise.