He drew her to him and soothed her, and caressed her. But the pure zest had gone. She struggled to herself and realized he was not going to take her. And then, at the very last moment, when his fondling had come near again, his hot living desire despising her, against his cold sensual desire, she broke violently away from him.

“Don't,” she cried, harsh now with hatred, and she flung her hand across and hit him violently. “Keep off of me.”

His blood stood still for a moment. Then the smile came again within him, steady, cruel.

“Why, what's the matter?” he said, with suave irony. “Nobody's going to hurt you.”

“I know what you want,” she said.