They were lips of pure spirit, and his desire for them seemed absolutely different from the desire that had led him to other women's lips.

He could kiss her lips, rest his own physical lips upon them, but it would be with the lofty and awful fervor with which one would kiss the robe of God.

He was not conscious of this transvaluation of values that had taken place in him, and was unaware that the light that shone in his eyes when he looked at her was quite the same light that shines in all men's eyes when the desire of love is upon them.

He did not dream how ardent and masculine his gaze was, nor that the warm flame of it was affecting the alchemy of her spirit.

Her penetrative virginity exalted and disguised his own emotions, elevating his thoughts to a star-cool chastity, and he would have been startled to learn that there was that shining out of his eyes, like warm waves, that flowed through her and kindled a kindred warmth.