You are
a--a very brave, generous gentleman, who trusted a girl against all the
evidence and helped her and protected her and risked your life for
hers. Isn't that enough? And about their frightening me downstairs--they
didn't. You see, Mr. Bayne--you were there."
A wisp of red-brown hair had come loose across her forehead. Her face,
flushed and royally grateful, was smiling into mine. Till that moment I
had never dreamed that eyes could be so dazzling. I thrust my hands deep
into my pockets; I felt they were safer so.
"What is it?" she faltered, a little startled, as I rose.
"Nothing--now," I replied firmly. "I'll tell you later, to-morrow maybe,
when we have seen this thing through. And in the meantime, whatever
happens, I don't want you to give a thought to it. The German doesn't
live who can get the better of me--not after what you have said."
The situation suddenly presented itself in rosy colors. I saw how strong
the door was, what a lot of breaking it would take. And if they did
force a way in, then I could try some sharp-shooting.
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