"Take it--and go!" He bent to her.

"But you must give," he said.
"Very well," she said again.

"It--it will be the last!" "Will it ?" he questioned, pausing.

"In that case, I feel almost inclined to postpone the pleasure, particularly as--" "Don't torture me!" she said in a whisper half--choked.
Her eyes were tightly shut; but Hunt-Goring's were looking over her head, and a sudden gleam of malicious humour shone in them.

He turned them upon the white, shrinking face of the girl who stood rigid but unresisting within the circle of his arm.