Make them flash
fire. I love to see such spirit, since it offers a more enticing
pleasure in breaking," he told her, with an admiration half
ironic but wholly genuine. "Pools of splendor, my beauty!
Therefore I salute them."
At the touch of his lips upon her eyelids a shiver ran through
her, but still she made no movement, was cold to him as marble.
"You coward!" she said softly, with an infinite contempt.
"Your lips," he continued to catalogue, "are ripe as fresh flesh
of Southern fruit. No cupid ever possessed so adorable a mouth. A
worshiper of Eros I, as now I prove."
This time it was the mouth he kissed, the while her unconquered
spirit looked out of the brave eyes, and fain would have murdered
him. In turn he kissed her cold cheeks, the tip of one of her
little ears, the small, clenched fist with which she longed to
strike him.
"Are you quite through?"
"For the present, and now, having put the seal of my ownership on
her more obvious charms, I'll take my bride home."
"I would die first."
"Nay, you'll die later, Madam Bannister, but not for many years,
I hope," he told her, with a theatrical bow.
"Do you think me so weak a thing as your words imply?"
"Rather so strong that the glory of overcoming y'u fills me with
joy.
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