He drew her down, begging her to sit.

She obeyed, scared somewhat as was her wont when she found him so unfettered and violent.
He stretched himself at full length at her feet, extravagant now in his acts and gestures like a man who no longer can hold turbulent passion in check.

He kissed the edge of her kirtle, then her cloak and the tips of her little shoes: "It was cruel to keep me waiting ...

gracious lady--it was cruel," he murmured in the intervals between these ardent caresses.
"I am so sorry, Amede," she repeated, grieving to see him so sorrowful, not a little frightened at his vehemence,--trying to withdraw her hands from his grasp.

"I was detained ..." "Detained," he rejoined harshly, "detained by someone else ...