"I thought you were too overwrought to talk of them at present." "Overwrought! Not a bit of it! I was dead beat with the struggle and with screaming for you, but please don't imagine that I am going to faint or treat you to a display of hysteria now that all the excitement has ended.

I admit that I cried a little when you pushed me aside on the beach and raised your gun to fire at those poor wretches flying for their lives.

Yet perhaps I was wrong to hinder you." "You were wrong," he gravely interrupted.
"Then you should not have heeded me.

No, I don't mean that.

You always consider me first, don't you?
No matter what I ask you to do you endeavor to please me, even when you know all the time that I am acting or speaking foolishly." The unthinking _naivete_ of her words sent the blood coursing wildly through his veins.
"Never mind," she went on with earnest simplicity.