I'm afraid of you." He shot a level, interpretive glance into her eyes, then left.

Aileen's bosom heaved.

It was hard to breathe sometimes in this warm air.
While he was dancing first with Mrs.Cowperwood and later with Mrs.
Seneca Davis, and still later with Mrs.Martyn Walker, Cowperwood had occasion to look at Aileen often, and each time that he did so there swept over him a sense of great vigor there, of beautiful if raw, dynamic energy that to him was irresistible and especially so to-night.
She was so young.

She was beautiful, this girl, and in spite of his wife's repeated derogatory comments he felt that she was nearer to his clear, aggressive, unblinking attitude than any one whom he had yet seen in the form of woman.

She was unsophisticated, in a way, that was plain, and yet in another way it would take so little to make her understand so much.