Still, because of her very trust in him, there was a wrong he could not do, and it dawned on him that a means of placing himself beyond further temptation was opening to him.

Maud Barrington, he knew, would have scanty sympathy with an intrigue of the kind Courthorne's recent adventure pointed to.
"You mean, why do I not deny what you have no doubt heard ?" he said.
"What could one gain by that if you had heard the truth ?" Maud Barrington laughed softly.

"Isn't the question useless ?" "No," said Winston, a trifle hoarsely now.
The girl touched his arm almost imperiously as he turned his head again.
"Lance," she said.

"Men of your kind need not deal in subterfuge.

The wheat and the bridge you built speak for you." "Still," persisted Winston, and the girl checked him with a smile.
"I fancy you are wasting time," she said.