Yours is the right to begin." The other added, "He is young and strong.

There are kisses for us all." I lay quiet, looking out from under my eyelashes in an agony of delightful anticipation.

The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement of her breath upon me.

Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes.

The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating.