He left this.' Her quiet opposition was breath to the fire of his jealousy.

He could no longer maintain his voice of argument.
'It just means this: you won't hear anything against the will, and you're glad of it.' 'Your loss is mine.' He looked at her and again drew nearer.
'It's not very likely that you'll stay to share it.' 'Stay ?' She watched his movements with apprehension.

'How can I separate my future from yours ?' He desired to touch her, to give some sign of his mastery, whether tenderly or with rude force mattered little.
'It's easy to say that, but we know it doesn't mean much.' His tongue stammered.

As Adela rose and tried to move apart, he caught her arm roughly, then her waist, and kissed her several times about the face.

Released, she sank back upon the chair, pale, tern fled; her breath caught with voiceless sobs.