True, it was his logic that was convincing her, not his magnetic and masterful will; but somehow the two seemed one.

Never had he been so repellent, never had she felt so hostile to him.
"I will marry you," she finally said.

"But I must tell you that I do not love you--or even like you.

The reverse." His face, of the large, hewn features, with their somehow pathetic traces of the struggles and sorrows of his rise, grew strange, almost terrible.

"Do you mean that ?" he said, turning slowly toward her.
She quickly shifted her eyes, in which her dislike was showing, shifted them before he could possibly have seen.