"I want ye to kiss me like ye did that night—kiss me—please—please—" In her low voice was illimitable strength and passion.
Like burning rivers, his blood was driven through his veins. He flung out his arms and crushed her to him. Just then his lips found hers.
"Dear God! How I—how I love you!" he breathed.
Fledra's arms relaxed and slipped from his shoulders.
"Then forget about what happened!" she panted.
All the bitter apprehensions of the last week swept over him at her words. His love battled with him, and he wavered. How gladly would he have dispelled every doubt and listened to her pleading!
"But I want you to tell me, Fledra."
Flea backed slowly from him.
"I can't.... I can't.... I can't tell anybody!"
The man ran his fingers across his forehead in bewilderment. In his bitter disappointment he turned away.