"You are hurt?
You might have been killed." His eyes burned like two blazing lights, his voice was husky, his face white.

Suddenly crushing her to him, he kissed her on the cheek and again on her lips.

The girl struggled to get free.
"Oh, let me go, let me go," she cried.

"How can you, how can you ?" But his arms were like steel about her, and again and again he continued to kiss her, until, suddenly relaxing, she lay white and shuddering in his arms.
"Kathleen," he said, his voice hoarse with passion, "I love you, I love you.

I want you.