No, I do not give myself to you.

How can I give myself when I do not belong to myself ?" "Are you happy ?" she asked again.
"I swear you are everything in the world to me." * * * * * * * * * Now, she felt, their bliss had already become a mere memory, and she said almost plaintively: "May God bless the bit of pleasure one has." A doleful lament, the first signal of a tremendous fall, a prayer blasphemous yet divine.
I saw him look at the clock and at the door.

He was thinking of leaving.

He turned his face gently away from a kiss she was about to give him.

There was a suggestion of uneasiness, almost disgust, in his expression.
"No," she said, "you are not going to love me always.