She threw herself in a chair near me and fixed her eyes on me.

It was strange to see her face grave and wrung with agitation; yet she was better thus, the new timidity became her marvellously.
There was a great clock in the corner of the old panelled room; it ticked solemnly, seeming to keep time with the beating of my heart.

I had no desire to move, but sat there waiting; yet every nerve of my body was astir.

Now I watched her every movement, took reckoning of every feature, seemed to read more than her outward visage showed and to gain knowledge of her heart.

I knew that she tempted me, and why.