"I'm just--yours." Saltash stopped abruptly and laid his face for a moment against the shorn, golden head.

Just for that moment a hint of emotion showed in his strange eyes, but it was gone instantly.
He raised himself again with a grimace of self-ridicule.

"Well, look here! Don't forget to play the game! Larpent--your daddy--is knocked out, remember.

He is unconscious for the present, but the doctor chap seems to think he'll be all right.

A nasty suspicious person that doctor, so watch out! And let me see! What is Toby short for?
I'd better know." "Antoinette," whispered the lips that still caressed his hand.
"Antoinette!" Saltash's hand closed softly upon the pointed chin, softly lifted it.