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I
trembled
,
and
was
silent
--
her
soft
arms
clinging
to
me
robbed
me
of
a
portion
of
my
self-control
.
I
kissed
the
rippling
waves
of
her
hair
;
she
lifted
her
head
and
looked
up
at
me
,
her
eyes
alit
with
some
strange
lustre
that
was
not
love
as
much
as
fear
--
and
the
sight
of
her
beauty
thus
yielded
as
it
were
to
my
possession
,
broke
down
the
barriers
of
restraint
I
had
hitherto
imposed
upon
myself
.
I
kissed
her
on
the
lips
--
a
long
passionate
kiss
that
,
to
my
excited
fancy
,
seemed
to
mingle
our
very
beings
into
one
--
but
while
I
yet
held
her
in
my
arms
,
she
suddenly
released
herself
and
pushed
me
back
.
Standing
apart
from
me
she
trembled
so
violently
that
I
feared
she
would
fail
--
and
I
took
her
hand
and
made
her
sit
down
.
She
smiled
--
a
very
wan
smile
.
"
What
did
you
feel
then
?
"
she
asked
.
"
When
,
Sibyl
?
"
"
Just
now
--
when
you
kissed
me
?
"
"
All
the
joys
of
heaven
and
fires
of
hell
in
a
moment
!
"
I
said
.
She
regarded
me
with
a
curious
musing
frown
.
"
Strange
!
Do
you
know
what
I
felt
?
"
I
shook
my
head
smiling
,
and
pressed
my
lips
on
the
soft
small
hand
I
held
.
"
Nothing
!
"
she
said
,
with
a
kind
of
hopeless
gesture
--
"
I
assure
you
,
absolutely
nothing
!
I
can
not
feel
.
I
am
one
of
your
modern
women
--
I
can
only
think
--
and
analyse
.
"
"
Think
and
analyse
as
much
as
you
will
,
my
queen
,
"
--
I
answered
playfully
--
"
if
you
will
only
think
you
can
be
happy
with
me
.
That
is
all
I
desire
.
"
