"That was my first thought when I saw how you felt for Eveena, and knew how angry you would be when you found how we--I mean how I--had used her, and I remembered how terribly strong you were.

I know you better now.

It is for women to strike with five fingers" (in unmeasured passion); "only, don't tell Eveena.

Besides," she murmured, colouring, with drooping eyelids, "I had rather be beaten by you than caressed by another." "Eunane, child, you might well say you don't understand me.

I could not have listened to your talk if I had meant to use it against you; and with _you_ I have no cause to be displeased.