9/15 That's straight." Yet he knew that his power was besieging her on every side. Her power seemed gone, and she was like a rare flower in the hollow of his hand; all that he had to do was to close his fingers, and--He despised himself for it, but he could not resist. Moreover, he half counted on her pride to make her break away. If I can't be a woman to you, at least I can be a pal--the best you've had in these parts. |