Between her and Gerald was this silence and this black, electric comprehension in the darkness.

Then she found his hand, and grasped it in her own firm, small clasp.

It was so utterly dark, and yet such a naked statement, that rapid vibrations ran through his blood and over his brain, he was no longer responsible.

Still her voice rang on like a bell, tinged with a tone of mockery.

And as she swung her head, her fine mane of hair just swept his face, and all his nerves were on fire, as with a subtle friction of electricity.