He felt the sweep of soft hair against his cheek--a breath whispering in his ear.
"You will be better soon." His heart stood still.
"You will be better--" Against his rough cheek there fell the soft pressure of a woman's lips.
Nathaniel pulled himself erect, every drop of blood in him striving for the mastery of his body, his vision, his strength.

He tried to turn, but strong arms seized him from behind.

A man's voice spoke to him, a man's strength held him.

In an agony of appeal Marion's name burst from his lips.
"Sh-h-!" warned the voice behind him.

"Are you crazy ?" The arms relaxed their hold and Nathaniel dragged himself to his knees.
The woman was gone.