I felt that purple and amber glow, the emanation of her personality, of her senses, creeping around me again as she leaned forward finally, her parted red-bowed lips again disclosing her delicate white teeth.

I saw the little heave of her bosom, whether in laughter or emotion I could not tell.

I was young.
Resenting the spell which I felt coming upon me, all I could do was to reiterate my demand for haste.

She was not in the least impressed by this.
"Come!" she said.

"I am pleased with these Americans.