Let me go.

You're frightening me." She heard him draw his breath hard, and then slowly, reluctantly, as though by a sheer effort of will, he set her down.

He was white to the lips, and his eyes glowed like blue flame in their pallid setting.
"Frighten you!" he repeated hoarsely.

"You don't know what love means--you English." Diana stared at him.
"'You English!' What--what are you saying?
Max, aren't you English after all ?" He threw back his head with a laugh.
"Oh, yes, I'm English.

But I'm something else as well.