The Rescue

"Hideous, hideous that I should speak so to you, and to you I hoped, yet dreaded--You will wonder how I could have hoped it; how, knowing this, I should not have warned you. But...

"I can take care of my own dignity, Mr. Damier." The relief was showing in her quieter voice, her fading flush. "I see how angry you are--and only because I have not pretended w...

"Ah, you do not love me!" cried Damier, and all his youth was in the cry. "You sacrifice _me_ with such composure! You give yourself to have your life sucked out of you by this...

Half repelled and half attracted as Damier had been, it was now with more of attraction than repulsion that he listened, an attraction that had many sources. That she should so...

EUSTACE DAMIER bent his long, melancholy profile over the photograph-album. It was an old-fashioned album; its faded morocco cover, its gilt clasp loosened with age, went with t...

The salon in the Rue B---- on these occasions had some vases of flowers, and the tea, brought in by the monastic Angélique, boasted bread and butter and _madeleines_ as well as...

"When she and I talked together after the supper--one could hardly call the meal a dinner--she did not make an apologetic reference to the ribaldry we had listened to. She did n...

What to him was poetry--for, to a certain extent, she seemed to appreciate his attitude toward her mother--was to her the mere furniture of life. Damier resented, but for some t...

That Claire felt this, he doubted, or even that, if felt, she would mind; but that Madame Vicaud felt it he now agonized in knowing. And she had asked for her daughter neither e...

Her vigil had evidently been tearless; even the arrival that morning of the fatal letter had not melted her frozen terror. But now, as she looked speechlessly at him, the long r...