Yes, Zara," for she had started and tried to loosen my hold of her; "and it is that which keeps you young and fresh as a girl of sixteen, at an age when other women lose their bloom and grow wrinkles.

It is that which gives you the power to impart a repelling shock to people you dislike, as in the case of Prince Ivan.

It is that which gives you such an attractive force for those with whom you have a little sympathy--such as myself, for instance; and you cannot, Zara, with all your electric strength, unclasp my arms from your waist, because you have not the sentiment of repulsion towards me which would enable you to do it.

Shall I go on guessing ?" Zara made a sign of assent--the expression of her face had softened, and a dimpling smile played round the corners of her mouth.
"Your lover," I went on steadily and slowly, "is a native of some other sphere--perhaps a creation of your own fancy--perhaps (for I will not be sceptical any more) a beautiful and all-powerful angelic spirit.

I will not discuss this with you.