Her wonderful hair seemed burnished like dark copper, in the double light of fire and day, and that gardenia skin looked fit to eat.

He was thrilled with a mad desire to kiss her; he had never felt so strong an emotion towards a woman in his life.
"Your uncle tells me you are going away to-morrow, and that you will be away until a week before our wedding.

I wish you were not going to be, but I suppose you must--for clothes and things." "Yes, I must." He got up; he could not sit still, he was too wildly excited; he stood leaning on the mantelpiece, quite close to her, for a moment, his eyes devouring her with the passionate admiration he felt.

She glanced up, and when she saw their expression her jet brows met, while a look of infinite disgust crept over her face.
So it had come--so soon! He was just like all men--a hateful, sensual beast.

She knew he desired to kiss her--to kiss a person he did not know! Her experience of life had not encouraged her to make the least allowance for the instinct of man.