There! Now, don't you want to run away ?" She shook her head and smiled up at him.

She was immensely interested.
"If that is the worst," she said gently, "I am not at all frightened.
You know that it is my profession to write about men and women.

I belong to a world of worn-out types, and to meet any one different is quite a luxury." "The worst!" A sudden fear sent an icy coldness shivering through his veins.

His heart seemed to stop beating, his cheeks were blanched.
The worst of him.

He had not told her that he was a robber, that the foundation of his fortunes was a lie; that there lived a man who might bring all this great triumph of his shattered and crumbling about his ears.