It doesn't follow that because I have grown to hate some of
the revolutionist methods that I am against all their theories. I
believe they are right in sharing things, in fighting for those who are
trodden down by the rich, but you and I can still believe all that
without becoming inhuman. Think of Sobrenski. He's a werewolf, not a
man! Promise me that you'll come soon. Let me take you away before
they make you one of their 'angels of vengeance,' as they call these
women of the revolution."
Excitement and the feverish devil of consumption had turned his blood
to fire. He would take no denial, pay no heed to Arithelli's
entreaties for time to think, and to consult Emile.
For once he forgot to be gentle, and dragged her head back roughly,
whispering passionate words, his face pressed against her own. For a
moment he saw no longer the goddess on her ivory throne, but a woman of
flesh and blood, warm, living, and fragrant and to be desired after a
man's fashion.
Arithelli closed her eyes and leant back, yielding herself to his
caresses.
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