But she quivered still and shrank, though unresisting.

She could not give her lips to his.
His kiss burned through and through her, so that she longed to flee away and hide.
For though that kiss sent a thrill of wild ecstasy through her, there was anguish mingled therewith.

Even while she exulted over her unexpected victory, she was smitten with the thought that it had cost her too dear.
Had she told him too much about herself that he held her thus cheaply?
Would he--however urgent his desire to do so--would he have dreamed of treating Rose thus?
Or any other girl of his own standing?
The thought went through her like a dagger.

She bent herself back over his arm avoiding his lips a second time.

That one kiss had opened her eyes.
"Oh, let me go!" she said, her voice muffled and tremulous.