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"There are other heights, Sylvia"

"Higher?"

"Yes, dear"

"The spiritual; I know I could not breathe there, if I cared to climb … And I have told you what I am--all silk and lace and smooth-skinned selfishness" She looked at hie ive you up," he said, with a savage note hardening his voice; and it thrilled her to hear it, and every drop of blood in her body leaped as she yielded to his ar, confused, under the piercing sweetness of contact

The perfuers locked in his, palainst palm, the lips, acquiescent, then afire at last, responsive to his own; and her eyes opening from the dream under the white lids--these hat he had of her till every vein in hiht Love ht … Where are we? All--all this must have stunned me, blinded me … Is this my door, or yours? Hush! I aain … If you take ive way … And I hastly iht I--I love you!"