"I suppose you wanted me to because you like me," he pursued. "Wasn't that it?"
"I don't know. I like being petted."
"Oh! Do you? By any-old-body?"
"I don't know," she repeated. "I've never been but once before."
"Did you like that better than this?"
"It was different."
"Different?" His interest and curiosity were piqued; his vanity, too. "Well, I can make it different, too."
"No," choked Pat in sudden panic as she felt his lean, sinewy arms encircle her crushingly. "Don't, Sel!"
She twitched her face away from his. Immediately her alarm gave place to a stimulus of sheer delight. She had distinctly felt him tremble. An epochal discovery! For she was, herself, quite cool. She possessed then the mysterious power to arouse men out of themselves, while remaining self-possessed, to affect them in this strange manner more than she herself was moved.