Captivity eBook   He took both her hands in his and drew her
towards him.  Her eyes, which began by being startled, grew
suddenly soft, as his face came close to hers and his eyes
looked into hers for a wavering second before they dropped
awkwardly and looked at her cheek.  And then he kissed her.  It
took a long time.  It took just as long as it takes to transform
a whole system of reasoned thinking into something chaotic,
nebulous.  The chances are that, had that kiss never happened to
Marcella, she would have gone on with her dreams of deliverance,
her ideals of a high road through life.  Louis’s lips opened a
locked door in her personality.  When he let her go again she
looked at him, rather frightened and bewildered.  She was
trembling almost unbearably; her face, usually the fairest
white, made gold by the sun and the wind, was flushed; her grey
eyes were deep blue; her mind, for the while, was a blank.  “Oh
Louis!” she gasped.  “Marcella—­” he began but she seized his
hands again.  “Oh Louis, please do