“I pray that your wish be granted,” she murmured, with a tender voice.
“Now, my little woman, be very careful of the people you meet. Unfortunately, one forgets sometimes when one is in danger. You are a woman, sweet, passionate and kind; just the favorite prey.”
She looked at him intently, as if endeavoring to divine his underlying thoughts.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
He knew by the tremor in her voice she was hurt.
“I mean, dear, that lions are admitted into the fold because they are tame lions—look out for them.”
The next moment he was gone.