Constance Dunlap

No, no, no! she cried, now thoroughly aroused, with eyes that again snapped accusation and defiance at him, don't touch me. Talk to me, if you want to, but don't, don't come near me. She was now facing him, standing in the high-ceilinged studio, as they called the room where she had kept up in a desultory manner for her own amusement the art studies which had interested her before her marriage.