"The world is the expression of our sense life to the spirit," she cooed.
There was a harsh note in the voice that lately had cooed so softly.
"I thank you, dearest dear," cooed the siren, caressing him tenderly.
But she was a child—an uncanny child who cooed frankly when interested.
"I love you,—strong like that," she cooed, her eyes soft with passion again.
"You can't ...