He seemed to her a different being in the same form--one suddenly transformed from all that was manly and noble to a very fiend incarnate.
An awful stillness had fallen over the girl--a full realization of the meaning of his jocular remarks was just dawning upon her.

She was looking at him with the awful pallor of death on her lovely young face.
"Come, my pretty Margery," he cried, quite mistaking the reason that her struggle to free herself from his clasping hand had so suddenly ceased; "now you are falling into a more complaisant mood.

I am glad of that.
Sit down and we'll talk.

I must lock that door, or some blundering fool will be stumbling in without taking the trouble to knock.

But first give me a kiss from those sweet lips, my dear, to assure me you don't quite dislike me, you know." As he spoke he flung his arm about the girl's slender waist, and it was then that Margery's piercing scream rang out so loudly upon her father's ears, fairly electrifying him as he stood with his hand upon the knob of the door of the private office..