But she was like a panther, so quick and beautiful.

Ah, how I could have loved that woman! She held him, and would not let him go, her smooth fingers fastening round his wrists like springs.
"Please to let me go," he said, between his teeth, with rising anger.
"No! I will not let you!" she cried fiercely, tightening her grasp on him.

Then the angry fire in her tearful eyes seemed suddenly to melt into a soft flame, and the colour came faster to her cheeks.

"Ah, how can you let me so disgrace myself! how can you see me fallen so low as to use the strength of my hands, and yet have no pity?
Nino, Nino, do not kill me!" "Indeed, it would be the better for you if I should," he answered bitterly, but without attempting to free his wrists from the strong, soft grip.
"But you will," she murmured, passionately.

"You are killing me by leaving me.