She made only a slight
show of resistance. When he stopped she said: "Is that the way you keep
your word to my father? I am here alone and you embrace me--is that
fair?"
"No, it isn't, and I promise I won't do it again, Luzanne. I am sorry. I
wanted our friendship to benefit us both, and now I've spoiled it all."
"No, you haven't spoiled it all," said Luzanne with a sigh, and she
buttoned up the neck of her blouse, flushing slightly as she did so. Her
breast heaved and suddenly she burst into tears. It was evident she
wanted Carnac to comfort her, perhaps to kiss her again, but he did not
do so. He only stood over her, murmuring penance and asking her to forget
it.
"I can't forget it--I can't. No man but my father has ever kissed me
before. It makes me, oh! so miserable!" but she smiled through her tears.
Suddenly she dried her eyes. "Once a man tried to kiss me--and something
more. He was rich and he'd put money into Madame Margot's millinery
business. He was brilliant, and married, but he had no rules for his
morals--all he wanted was money and pleasures which he bought. I was
attracted by him, but one day he tried to kiss me. I slapped his face,
and then I hated him. So, when you kissed me to-day, I thought of that,
and it made me unhappy--but yes.
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