Under the cheap gauze that hid her mouth she could feel her lips throbbing and burning because they had known the touch of Bing’s mouth.
Why had he done it? He was not in love with her, she knew that. Up to now he had not even seemed to be attracted to her and yet, hard and harsh though his kiss had been, it had awakened a flame within herself that she could no longer deny.
Did she love him? Had she loved him long before this happened? Had her very fear of him been part of her love?
She could find no reply to these questions. She only knew with a kind of madness that her lips wanted to touch his again, that she wanted to feel his heart beating against her breast.
They reached the road. It was a relief from the sand and frequent stones to feel the smooth hard surface of it, but it was a
