William MacLeod Raine,
The Fighting Edge (Smith's Magazine 1907…
(1907)
“ She felt herself flush an answer to the eyes that went questing for the divine fire in hers, and she turned away to give herself a chance to get a better hold on her emotions while she carelessly waved him to a chair. He watched her graceful, supple body as she moved aimlessly about the room, apparently intent on adjusting photographs and magazines to better order. The mobile play of her face, the long, lissom curves he exulted in, the fragrance of sweetness she diffused—surely she was the one woman on earth for him. ”
