It was quite understandable that she was used to men falling head-over-heels in love with her on sight and becoming like David so infatuated that they lost all sense of proportion.
There was no doubt about her beauty, but Tyrone Strome thought it was a beauty that was as evil and pernicious as that of Medusa, who had at least warned men of her wickedness by wearing her hair filled with snakes.
Nevada’s hair had an enticement that was all of its own and he knew that most men would find it impossible not to lose their heads when she looked at them from under her dark lashes and her green eyes seemed to hold all the mysteries of the East.
“I wish we had talked for a little longer last night,” Nevada said in a sweet voice, “but of course, there are other nights and the moonlight makes this
