By their very intensity I sensed the tiger in me.

And it was the tiger that made her new and alluring sweetness fail of its intent.

I did not return one of her kisses.

Just one kiss given back--and I would be lost.
"Oh, Russ, I'm your promised wife!" she whispered at my lips.

"Soon, you said! I want it to be soon! To-morrow!" All the subtlety, the intelligence, the cunning, the charm, the love that made up the whole of woman's power, breathed in her pleading.