dangerous every moment--"

"But I mean--" Her confusion betrayed itself.

"But I mean--that you are magic--black magic," he murmured bending
over the black domino.

The crescent moon had found its way through a filigree of boughs.
Faintly its exploring ray lighted the contour of that shrouded head,
touched the lovely curves of her arched brows and the tender pallor
of the skin about those great wells of dark eyes.... From his own
eyes a flame seemed to pass into hers.... Breathlessly they gazed at
each other ... like dim shadows in a garden of still enchantment.

And then, as from a palpable clasp, she tried to slip away. "Truly,
I must go! It is so late--"

Ryder's heart was pounding within him. He did not recognize this
state of affairs; it was utterly unrelated to anything that had gone
before in his merry, humorous, rather clear-sighted and wary young
life.... He felt dazed and wondering at himself ... and
irresponsible ... and appalled ... but deeper than all else, he felt
eager and exultant and strangely, furtively determined about
something that he was not owning to himself ... something that
leaped off his lips in the low murmur to her, "But to-morrow
night--I shall see you again--"

She caught her breath. "Oh, never again! To-night has no
to-morrow--"