The Fair Girl and the Red Tongue

All three had brilliant white teeth that shone light pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is not good to note this down lest some day it should meet me in his eyes and cause her pain, but it is the truth. They whispered together, and then they all three laughed. Such a silvery musical laugh as hard as though the sound never could have come through the softness of human lips. The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement