"Do you believe that because some mysterious power imposes restraint upon us, the passion isn't there all the while ?" She was suddenly in his arms, the warm wind shrieking about them, the darkness thick and soft as a mantle.

Only he saw the anguished happiness in her eyes as they closed beneath his kisses.
"One moment out of life," she faltered, "one moment!" Another great wave shook the ground beneath them, but she had drawn away.

She struggled for breath.

Then once more her hand was thrust through his arm.

He knew so well that his hour was over and he submitted.
"Back, please," she whispered, "back through the plantation--quietly." An almost supernatural instinct divined and acceded to her desire for silence.