The Temptress

" ... He spoke low and earnestly, for all the fervour of the old love had returned, and, heedless of the warnings of his friends, he was repeating assurances of affection to the woman who held him in her toils for life or death. She did not reply, but, gazing trustingly into his eyes, her breast heaved convulsively. "Tell me, shall we be the same to one another as before? Forgive me, and we shall live as if nothing had happened to mar our happiness," he urged. "Then, you really love me still, Hugh?" she asked, in a low, tremulous voice..."