Death had come to her that day, and yet she knew, when Mike Peruzzi finally slept and she lay by his side, she had never tasted life before. She had to revise all her ideas of man and God. Now she understood the temptation of the devil and she wondered how any one ever resisted.

This man by her side was surely, if not the devil, a demon of the first order. She should plunge the knife into him as he slept. But she only kissed him very gently. He awakened instantly and his demonology began all over again . . .