"It's foolish for a girl to hide a good neck." Sam, at the edge of the veranda, regretting his promise to call on Susan, was roused by her voice: "Did you ever see anything as lovely as Ruth ?" Sam's regret vanished the instant he looked at her, and the greedy expression came into his sensual, confident young face.
"She's a corker," said he.

"But I'm content to be where I am." Susan's dress was not cut out in the neck, was simply of the collarless kind girls of her age wear.

It revealed the smooth, voluptuous yet slender column of her throat.

And her arms, bare to just above the elbows, were exquisite.

But Susan's fascination did not lie in any or in all of her charms, but in that subtlety of magnetism which account for all the sensational phenomena of the relations of men and women.