In his outburst of feeling, he brought her violently to him until his arms must have hurt her, and yet she made no protest except for a sudden struggle for the breath which he had crushed out of her body; but her face was radiant with the fury she had roused in him. Her eyes faced his steadily, baffling and amused.
“Yes; I want you all, completely—you, all your thoughts—everything that is you,” he repeated hungrily.
“No, you don’t,” she said, smiling, and then, as he wavered under the searching frankness of her look, she added, “now honest—do you?”
He laughed, drew her quickly to his lips, and released her.
“You’re right.”
She nodded her head victoriously and went back to the fireplace. Then she turned solemnly.
“I shall take care you never know,” she said looking back, “for, you see, I know you!”
“She is right—extraordinarily right,” he confessed to himself. Then he wondered how she could divine such things, and next if it were all intuition or if it were not the product of another experience, another man. And this thought tortured him.