The sound of your voice--the touch of your hand--even the rustle of your dress--are like wine to me.

For God's sake, do not throw me over!" He meant to crush opposition by force.

More and more vehement as he spoke he actually bent over and tried to seize her hand.

She drew it back as though he were a reptile.

She was exasperated by this obstinate disregard of her forbearance, this gross attempt to bribe her with office, this flagrant abandonment of even a pretence of public virtue; the mere thought of his touch on her person was more repulsive than a loathsome disease.