“Yes, yes, I know,” she cried, in a glow of ecstatic feeling. “I desire it so. I wish you to be my master. Your service will be sweet; your savage strength will be my joy.”
And while they sat planning their future life, Gordon’s footstep echoed in the hall.
CHAPTER XXVIII — THE GROWL OF THE ANIMAL
When Gordon entered the library he glanced uneasily at his wife and she smiled in insolent composure.
Overman rose hastily.
“Sorry the weather was so threatening I couldn’t persuade your wife to go to the Temple, Frank.”
“Yes, the rain is pouring in torrents and it’s getting colder,” he answered, rubbing his hands before the fire.
“I’ll not stay to dinner; I’ve an engagement at my club,” the banker said, briskly.