The rides in the sun, in the open with the wind in our faces.

The walks at night in the moonlight.
Russ, haven't you missed something ?" The sweetness and seductiveness of her, the little luring devil of her, irresistible as they were, were no more irresistible than the naturalness, the truth of her.
I trembled even before I looked up into her flushed face and arch eyes; and after that I knew if I could not frighten her out of this daring mood I would have to yield despite my conviction that she only trifled.
As my manhood, as well as duty to Steele, forced me to be unyielding, all that was left seemed to be to frighten her.
The instant this was decided a wave of emotion--love, regret, bitterness, anger--surged over me, making me shake.

I felt the skin on my face tighten and chill.

I grasped her with strength that might have need to hold a plunging, unruly horse.

I hurt her.