He held it in hand and probed it mercifully.

She had felt the sweet sting again and again, and had shrunk from him, and had crawled to him.

The love of him made it all fascination.

How did he learn to read at any moment right to the soul of a woman?
Did experience teach him, or sentimental sympathy?
He was too young, he was too manly.

It must be because of his being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women.
Thames played round them on his pastoral pipes.