"She's in that barrel there in the corner." Mary entered the barn, removed the prop, lowered the board, and kneeling, stroked the hen, and talked softly to her.

She slipped a hand under the hen, and lifted her to see the eggs.

Dannie staring at Mary noted closer the fresh, cleared skin, the glossy hair, the delicately colored cheeks, and the plumpness of the bare arms.

One little wisp of curl lay against the curve of her neck, just where it showed rose-pink, and looked honey sweet.

And in one great surge, the repressed stream of passion in the strong man broke, and Dannie swayed against his horse.
His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he caught at the harness to steady himself, while he strove to grow accustomed to the fact that Hell had opened in a new form for him.