Say you know how cruel you've been to me," she pleaded.

But under her female pleading and appeal he felt the iron of her threat.
"You DO know it," she murmured, looking up into his face as she crouched by his knee.

"You DO know it.

I can see in your eyes that you know it.
And why have you come back to me, if you don't know it! Why have you come back to me?
Tell me!" Her arms gave him a sharp, compulsory little clutch round the waist.

"Tell me! Tell me!" she murmured, with all her appeal liquid in her throat.
But him, it half overcame, and at the same time, horrified.