"
Yes, he would indeed take her high--very high. Now that what she
wanted, what she must have, was offering, how could she refuse?
They were crossing another square of green. He drew--almost
dragged--her into one of the by-paths, seized her in his arms,
kissed her passionately. "I can't resist you--I can't!" he cried.
"Don't--don't!" she murmured, violently agitated. "Some one might
see!"
"Some one is seeing, no doubt," he said, his breath coming
quickly, a look that was primeval, ferocious almost, in his eyes
as they devoured her. And, despite her protests and struggles, she
was again in those savage arms of his, was again shrinking and
burning and trembling under his caresses. She flung herself away,
sank upon a bench, burst out crying.
"What is it, Margaret?" he begged, alarmed, yet still looking as
if he would seize her again.
"I don't know--I don't know," she replied.
Once more she tried to tell him that she did not love him, but the
words would not come. She felt that he would not believe her;
indeed, she was not sure of her own heart, of the meaning of those
unprecedented emotions that had risen under his caresses, and that
stirred at the memory of them.
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