Then she leaped.

Her breast came against his; he held her, and covered her face with kisses.
They went on up the slippery, steep red path.

Presently she released his hand and put it round her waist.
"You press the vein in my arm, holding it so tightly," she said.
They walked along.

His finger-tips felt the rocking of her breast.

All was silent and deserted.