The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 10 Page 66

“youth flies; and I may not lay a finger on you to caress you.”

“Not to caress me — as that woman did to you — — ”

“Lois!”

“I can not help it. There is in her — in all such women — a sly, smooth, sleek and graceful beast, ever seeming to invite or offer a caress — — ”

“She is sweet and womanly; a warm friend of many years.”

“Oh! And am I not — womanly?”

“Are you, entirely?”

She looked at me troubled:

“How would you have me be more womanly?”