"Neither your friendship nor mine is purchasable, I hope." "No, no! That was bad.

On any ground you like.

Only stay a little--let us find ourselves again!" Elfrida forced a smile into what she said, and Janet let herself be drawn back to a chair.
It was nearly midnight when she found herself again in her cab, driving through the empty lamplit Strand toward Kensington.

She had prevailed, and now she had to scrutinize her methods.

That necessity urged itself beyond her power to turn away from it, and left her sick at heart.