No, I don't mind your kissing my hand--I'm dreadfully tired, anyway....

We'll find Kathleen, shall we?
My head doesn't buzz much." "Geraldine," he said, deliberately encircling her waist, "you are only the same small girl I used to know, after all." [Illustration: "'Duane!' she gasped--'why did you ?'"] "Y-yes, I'm afraid so." "And you're not really old enough to really care for anybody, are you ?" "Care ?" "Love." "No, I'm not.

Don't talk to me that way, Duane." He drew her suddenly into his arms and kissed her on the cheek twice, and again on the mouth, as, crimson, breathless, she strained away from him.
"Duane!" she gasped--"why did you ?" Then the throbbing of her body and crushed lips made her furious.

"Why did you do that ?" she cried fiercely--but her voice ended in a dry sob; she covered her head and face with bare arms; her hands tightened convulsively and clenched.
"Oh," she said, "how could you!--when I came to you--feeling--afraid of myself! I know you now.

You are what they say you are." "What do they say I am ?" he stammered.
"Horrid--I don't know--wild!--whatever that implies....