Do you think I am the weaker ?" He could see her colour flying, her fingers lacing and interlacing.
"Aren't you afraid to tell me that ?" she asked.
"Afraid?
Of my life--you mean that?
That you will be as common as that?
No: you will do as I tell you." He fixed his eyes on hers, and held them.

She sat, looking.

Presently she tried to take her eyes away.

She could not.

She shuddered and shrank.
He withdrew his eyes for a moment.