He spoke scoffingly. “And now can you make another guess, Miss Dane, and ask yourself why what you were in such danger of is not going to happen, why you are being saved from your own damned stupidity.”
Dora had gone as white as death at so extraordinary and bitter an outburst from the man whom, in spite of all her grand resolutions, she had come to love, and she was so overwhelmed that she was in no condition to utter even a single word. She sat on, with her heart beating painfully.
Chalmers, as if not expecting any answer to his questions, went on much more quietly and almost in conversational tones now. “Well, I'll tell you.” He drew in a deep breath. “You know, young woman, you've always been a bit of a puzzle to me. You puzzled me almost from that first moment when I was introduced
