Women are different.

I shall never forget the tender touch of your lips." She sighed, lifted her mask for a moment and replaced it.

To Vane's infinite confusion he recognised Sally Salisbury.
"Madam," he faltered, "I--I venture to suggest that you're under a misapprehension.

It was not I who kissed." Sally drew herself up with a disdainful air.

She had a fine figure and she knew how to display it.
"What ?" she cried.