The touch of those hot, devouring lips awoke her. She had never
felt the slightest fear of Guy before that moment, but the
fierceness of his hold called a sharp warning in her soul. There
was about him an unrestraint, a lawlessness, that turned her relief
into misgiving. She put up a quick hand, checking him.
"Guy--Guy, you are hurting me!"
He relaxed his hold then, looking at her, his head back, the old
boyish triumph shining in his eyes. "Little sweetheart, I'm sorry.
I couldn't help it--just for the moment. The sight of you and the
touch of you together just turned my head. But it's all right.
Don't look so scared! I wouldn't harm a single hair of your
precious little head." He gathered up the long plait of her hair
and kissed it passionately.
She laid a trembling hand against his shoulder. "Guy, please! You
mustn't. I had to let you in. But not--not for this."
He uttered a low laugh that seemed to hold a note of triumph. But
he let her go.
"Of course you had to let me in! Were you asleep? Did I frighten
you?"
"You startled me just at first. I think the thunder had set me on
edge, for I wasn't asleep. It's such a--savage sort of night,
isn't it?"
Sylvia glanced forth again over the low _veldt_ where the
flickering lightning leaped from cloud to cloud.
"Not so bad," said Guy.
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