“Think he’ll stand to it?”
“No fear, now we’ve got him over his fright. By jingo, I’m only afraid of one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“That some one else will be on the job.”
Chapter Twenty.
Asleep or Awake?
It was a painful, and, Paul Capel thought, a degrading position; but he blamed his passion, telling himself that it was his duty to watch her, in this sleep-walking state, lest ill should befall.
How thoroughly awake she seemed to be. Her every act was that of a person perfectly herself, and eager to find something that was hidden.