To stay here would be--paradise--but a glimpse of it will probably have to suffice.

Its gates are well guarded, and without are the dogs, you know." Something in Maud Barrington thrilled in answer to the faint hoarseness in Winston's voice, and she did not resent it.

She was a woman with all her sex's instinctive response to passion and emotion, though as yet the primitive impulses that stir the hearts of men had been covered if not wholly hidden from her by the thin veneer of civilization.

Now, at least, she felt in touch with them, and for a moment she looked at the man with a daring that matched his own shining in her eyes.
"And you fear the angel with the sword ?" she said.

"There is nothing so terrible at Silverdale." "No," said Winston.