"But I ask it of you.

You are my best friend, almost my brother, and I promise you that if he ever speaks a word to me again that is not what it should be I will tell you." "I reckon I'll let him go, considerin' how set on it you are." "But remember, Lew, that he is revengeful and you must be on the lookout," said Betty gravely as she recalled the malignant gleam in Miller's eyes.
"He's dangerous only like a moccasin snake that hides in the grass." "Am I all right?
Do I look mussed or--or excited--or anything ?" asked Betty.
Lewis smiled as she turned round for his benefit.

Her hair was a little awry and the lace at her neck disarranged.

The natural bloom had not quite returned to her cheeks.

With a look in his eyes that would have mystified Betty for many a day had she but seen it he ran his gaze over the dainty figure.