admiration. Their cold fire burned into her heart and
thrilled to her finger-tips.

In spite of his deference and his obedience to her
whim, she felt the iron grip of his personality on her
imagination. Whatever his education, his origin or his
environment, he was a power to be reckoned with.

No other type of man had ever appealed to her.
Her conception of a real man had always been one who
did his own thinking and commanded rather than asked
the respect of others.

She had thrown the spell of her beauty over this
headstrong, masterful man. He was wax in her hands. A
delicious sense of power filled her. She had never
known what happiness meant before. She floated through
space. The spinning lines of towering buildings on
Broadway passed as mists in a dream.

As the velvet feet of the car touched the great
bridge she lazily opened her eyes for a moment and
gazed through the lace-work of steel at the broad sweep
of the magnificent harbor. The dark blue hills of
Staten Island framed the picture.

He was right. She had never seen New York before.
Never before had its immense panorama been swept within
two hours. Never before had she realized its
dimensions. She had always felt stunned and crushed in