"Nothing can hurt you.
Nothing--nothing--" He bent his head.

Her face was turned up to him, and suddenly he was thrilled by the warm sweet touch of her lips.

He kissed her.

She did not strain away from him.

He felt--in that darkness--the wild fire in her face.
"Nothing can hurt you, nothing--nothing--" he cried almost sobbingly in his happiness.
Suddenly there came a blast of the storm that rocked the cabin like the butt of a battering-ram, and in that same moment there came from just outside the window a shrieking cry such as Philip had never heard in all his life before.