"How shall we get away ?" she said.
He moved sharply, so sharply that for a single moment she thought that something had angered him.

And then--all in one single blinding instant--she realized that which no words could utter.

For he caught her swiftly to him, lifting her off her feet, and very suddenly he covered her face and neck and throat with hot, devouring kisses--kisses that electrified her--kisses that seemed to scorch and blister--yet to fill her with a pulsing rapture that was almost too great to endure.
She tried to hide her face from him, but she could not; to protest, but his lips stopped the words upon her own.

She was powerless--and very deep down within her there leaped a wild thing that rejoiced--that exulted--in her powerlessness.
The fierce storm spent itself.

There came a pause during which she lay palpitating against his breast while his cheek pressed hers in a stillness that was in a fashion more compelling than even those burning kisses had been.
He spoke to her at last, and his voice was deep and tender, throbbing with that which was beyond utterance.
"You love me, little new chum," he said.
There was no question in his words.