It reminded him with intolerable force that he had never held her by any bond save that of her gratitude.
"Do you really imagine," he exclaimed, "that I could go on with make-believe--that I could bring myself to put faith in you again for a moment ?" "I don't ask you to," Eve replied, in firmer accents.

"I have lost what little respect you could ever feel for me.

I might have repaid you with honesty--I didn't do even that.

Say the worst you can of me, and I shall think still worse of myself." The voice overcame him with a conviction of her sincerity, and he gazed at her, marvelling.
"Are you honest _now_?
Anyone would think so; yet how am I to believe it ?" Eve met his eyes steadily.
"I will never again say one word to you that isn't pure truth.

I am at your mercy, and you may punish me as you like." "There's only one way in which I can punish you.