There could be no half measures.
She was a remarkable woman in her way, with a will of her own, and a kind of madness in her; and there could be no backing and filling.

They only had three minutes to talk together alone, and two of them were up.
Her arms were held out to him, but he stood still, and before the fire of her eyes his own eyes dropped.

"No, not yet!" he exclaimed.

"It's been a day--heaven and hell, what a day it's been! He had me like that!" He opened and shut his hand with fierce, spasmodic strength.

"And he let me go--oh, let me go like a fox out of a trap! I've had enough for one day--blood of St.Peter, enough, enough!" The flame of desire in her eyes suddenly turned to fury.