"Does Mr. Becker know of your attitude—rather, I mean, your relations with Mr. Burrell?" I interrupted.
"I—well, he knows that I am well acquainted with Mr. Burrell, but I don't think he quite understands all," she admitted with some show of humility, inclining me to the conclusion that she loved Burrell and would save him. But I didn't care whom she wanted to save.
I was perhaps somewhat brutal in saying, "I have your word you would do anything to reach Mr. Becker—of course, with the understanding that you will be protected?"
She opened her mouth, showing pure white teeth, then drew her lips tightly until no red was visible, all the while looking squarely at me as she repeated slowly, knowingly—
"Yes, anything. I would go through Hell Fire!"
CHAPTER XXIX
Spirited, maidenly purity will work itself into a sort of ecstatic, swaggering turbulence, similar to a hardened degenerate, frequently to the chagrin, disappointment and dismay of the most practiced.