Kate trembled.
"Dan!" Outside, Satan whinnied softly like a call.

She leaned and her lips touched his.

He thrust her away almost roughly.
"They's blood on my lips, Kate! I can't kiss you till they're clean." He turned his head.
"You must listen to me, Dan!" "Kate, would you talk to the wind ?" "Yes, if I loved the wind!" He turned his head.
She pleaded: "Here are my hands to cover your eyes and shut out the thoughts of this man you hate.

Here are my lips, dear, to tell you that I love you unless this thirst for killing carries you away from me.

Stay with me! Give me your heart to keep gentle!" He said nothing, but even through the dark she was aware of a struggle in his face, and then, through the gloom, she began to see his eyes more clearly.