She saw again Craig's face as he was kissing her. "Very," replied
she.
"You'll see. It's a mere physical attraction."
She smiled tantalizingly, her long body displayed against the
window-casing, her long, round arms bare below the elbows, her
hazel eyes and sensuous lips alluring. "You, yourself, never
thought of proposing to me until I had made myself physically
attractive to you," said she. "Now--have I power over you, or
not?"
She laughed as his color mounted, and the look she had seen in
Craig's eyes blazed out in his.
"How little physical charm you have for me," she went on. "Beside
Craig you're like an electric fan in competition with a storm-
wind. Now, Craig--" She closed her eyes and drew a long breath.
Arkwright gnawed his lip. "What a--a DEVIL you ARE!" he exclaimed.
"I wonder why it is a woman never becomes desirable to some men
until they find she's desired elsewhere," she went on
reflectively. "What a lack of initiative. What timidity. What an
absence of originality. If I had nothing else against you, Grant,
I'd never forgive you for having been so long blind to my charms--
you and these other men of our set who'll doubtless be clamorous
now.
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