Oh, I'm not deceiving myself! This love of mine is no dead tiger skin.

It's a beast, alive and alert--God pity me!--to destroy my very soul.

But I'm going to fight it; and--I want you to help me." The girl gave a half-smothered cry.

The man turned, but he could not see her face distinctly.

Twilight had come, and the room was full of shadows.