“You are beautiful beyond words—beyond anything I have ever imagined,” said he, suddenly passing his hand over his brow.
“You would have loved me if it had not been for Lydia?”
“I couldn't have helped myself. I—I fear I—faltered in my—are you still trying to tempt me? Are you still asking me to go away with you?”
A hoarse cry came from the doorway behind them—a cry of pain and anger that struck terror to their souls.
CHAPTER XIX
Transfixed, they watched James Brood take two or three steps into the room. At his back was the swarthy Hindu, his eyes gleaming like coals of fire in the shadowy light.
“James!” fell tremulously from the lips of Yvonne. She swayed toward him as Ranjab grasped his arm from behind.
Frederic saw the flash of something bright as it passed from the brown hand to the white one. He did not at once comprehend.