And ever and again would come the draw of him, till she thought he must be evil to have such power over her.

All that was most firmly established in her mind was rocking.

His romance and adventure were battering at the conventions.

Before his facile perils and ready laugh, life was no longer an affair of serious effort and restraint, but a toy, to be played with and turned topsy-turvy, carelessly to be lived and pleasured in, and carelessly to be flung aside.

"Therefore, play!" was the cry that rang through her.