Rizzio paused in the very act of leaping.
[“Not that,” he whispered hoarsely, “for God’s sake—not that.”]
[“‘Not that,’ he whispered hoarsely, ‘for God’s sake—not that.’”]
“Stay where you are, then,” said the girl in a low resolute tone.
Rizzio straightened. Doris still bent over the fire.
“Give it to me,” he said again.
“No. England’s secrets shall be safe.”
“Don’t you understand?” he whispered wildly. “I’ve got to prove that they are.”
“I can prove that as well as you——”