She was something new, a fresh type, a woman unrelated to all women he had met.

Out of the fascinating unknown a pair of hazel eyes smiled into his, and a hand, soft of touch and strong of grip, beckoned him.

And there was an allurement about it which was as the allurement of sin.
Not that Vance Corliss was anybody's fool, nor that his had been an anchorite's existence; but that his upbringing, rather, had given his life a certain puritanical bent.

Awakening intelligence and broader knowledge had weakened the early influence of an austere mother, but had not wholly eradicated it.

It was there, deep down, very shadowy, but still a part of him.