"Now! For God's sake don't take it that way.

Don't think I don't understand how you feel." "I don't believe you know anything about the way I feel," she said, setting her narrow white teeth and looking more like a native woman than he had ever seen her.

A thing which did not aid his affection for her, such as it was, happened to be that in certain moods she suggested a Hindoo beauty to him in a way which brought back to him memories of the past he did not care to have awakened.
"Yes I do, yes I do," he protested, getting hold of her hand and trying to make her look at him.

"There are things such a woman as you can't help feeling.

It's because you feel them that you must be on your mettle--Lord knows you've got pluck enough--and stand by a fellow now.
What shall I do, my God, if you don't ?" He was, in fact, in such straits that the ring of emotion in his voice was not by any means assumed.
"My God!" he repeated, "what shall we all do if you won't ?" She lifted her eyes then to look at him.