Then her hands suddenly clasped his throat and she tried to make her fingers meet round it as if she would have strangled him, but it was too big for them.

He drew in his chin a little, the iron muscles stiffened themselves, the cords stood out, and though she pressed with all her might she could not hurt him, even a little; but she loved to try.
"I am sure I could strangle Contarini," she said quietly.

"He has a throat like a woman's." "What a murderous creature you are!" purred the Greek, against hex knee.
"You are always talking of killing." "I should like to see you fighting for your life," she answered, "or for me." "It is the same thing," he said.
"I should like to see it.

It would be a splendid sight." "What if I got the worst of it ?" asked Aristarchi, his vast mouth grinning at the idea.
"You ?" Arisa laughed contemptuously.

"The man is not born who could kill you.