"Sister--it shall be so.

Norhala--I am tired.

Norhala--I have seen enough of men." An ecstasy of tenderness, a flame of unearthly rapture, trembled over the woman's wondrous face.

Hungrily, defiantly, she pressed the girl to her; the stars in the lucid heavens of her eyes were soft and gentle and caressing.
"Ruth!" cried Drake--and sprang toward them.

She paid no heed; and even as he leaped he was caught, whirled back against us.
"Wait," said Ventnor, and caught him by the arm as wrathfully, blindedly, he strove against the force that held him.