CHAPTER VII.
"SHALL EVIL BE THY GOOD?"
Where the Greek faced her on the sea-shore there was a long silence between them—a silence breathless and pregnant, like that which precedes the first low muttering of a storm, the first dropping shots of a battle. Many times their strength had come in conflict, and many times the variable, unstable, serpentino will of the man had been crushed under the straight, scornful, fearless will of the woman. Now, for the first time, he had his vengeance, and she could not strike back on him, because for the first time he had found weakness in her, and could reach her through the life of another.
He laughed aloud in his victory.
"Choose, Miladi! Your favourite Maxims say, after the first passion all women love the love, not the lover. If you indulge the first you will slay the last. Choose!"
For all answer she swept with a sudden movement
