The perfection of her poise, the beauty of her lines, the charm of her face seized Carnac, and, with an impulse, he ran his arm around her waist.
"Junia--Junia!" he said in a voice of rash, warm feeling.
She was like a wild bird caught in its flight.

A sudden stillness held her, and then she turned her head towards him, subdued inquiry in her eyes.

For a moment only she looked--and then she said: "Take your arm away, please." The conviction that he ought not to make any sign of love to her broke his sudden passion.

He drew back ashamed, yet defiant, rebuked, yet rebellious.

It was like a challenge to her.