Vezin’s timid heart sank with dread as he listened; but the girl’s eyes held him with a net of joy so that he had no wish to escape. She fascinated him, as it were, clean out of his normal self.

“Alone, however, the people could never have caught and held you,” she resumed. “The motive force was not strong enough; it has faded through all these years. But I”⁠—she paused a moment and looked at him with complete confidence in her splendid eyes⁠—“I possess the spell to conquer you and hold you: the spell of old love. I can win you back again and make you live the old life with me, for the force of the ancient tie between us, if I choose to use it, is irresistible. And I do choose to use it. I still want you. And you, dear soul of my dim past”⁠—she pressed closer to him so that her breath passed across his eyes, and her voice positively sang⁠—“I mean to have you, for you love me and are utterly at my mercy.”