when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life’s mystery.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

His manner invited easy confidence. The preliminary stage of becoming acquainted was one which he always endeavored to ignore when a pretty and engaging woman was concerned.

Romances serve but to feed the imagination of the young; they add nothing to the sum of truth.