His head was completely turned by the thought that this woman loved him, that soon she would be his.

Yes, for precisely two minutes, Samuel Brohl was as passionately in love with Mlle.

Moriaz as might, perchance, have been Count Larinski.
He could not resist the impulse that transported him.

He folded in his arms the slender, supple form of Antoinette, and imprinted upon her hair a kiss of flame, a true Polish kiss.

She offered no resistance; but at this moment the bat that had already forced upon her its distasteful company renewed the attack, struck her full in the face, and stuck fast in her hood.