I'll do anything you like.
Only let me go now! Billikins!" She cried out sharply, for he had overcome her resistance by quiet force, had turned her white face up to his own.
"I am not cold-blooded to-night, Puck," he said.

"Whatever you are--child or woman--gutter-snipe or angel--you are mine, all mine.
And--I want you!" The deep note vibrated in his voice; he stooped over her.
But she flung herself back over his arm, striving desperately to avoid him.

"No--no--no!" she cried, wildly.

"You mustn't, Billikins! Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me!" She threw up a desperate hand, covering his mouth.

"Don't--oh, don't!" she entreated, brokenly.
But the fire she had kindled she was powerless to quench.