"Yes? Tell me!"
"Crush you to death—like this!"
"Oh, if I could die like that—now, now…."
"No, no—but to crush you slowly, in a long, long kiss."
The twilight quivered in the room. And all was still.
A sound, a creaking noise as of a door in the next room opening.
Two heads were raised from the pillow, two hearts stopped beating.
Again—and more distinctly now—as if someone moved.
He sat up; the girl grasped his hand in fear.
They could hear it plainly now—footsteps, coming nearer. Heavily, hesitatingly, as if not knowing whether to go on or turn back.