Supple and wholly surrendered, she threw back her head, offering to his kisses her eyes veiled with shadowy lashes and her half-parted lips, from which gleamed a moist flash of white.
Of a sudden she started to her knees.

Her staring eyes were filled with unspeakable terror.

A hoarse scream escaped from her throat, followed by a wail as long drawn out and gentle as an organ note.

Turning her head, she pointed to the white fur spread out at the foot of the bed.
"There! There! He is lying there like a crouching dog, with a hole in his head.

He is looking at me, with the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth." Her eyes, wide open, rolled up, showing the whites.