"It's not my fault.

It's yours." She made a final, violent effort to wrest herself free.

And then--it was as if all power were suddenly taken from her--her strained nerves gave way completely, and she dropped down upon the ground again in a quivering agony of helplessness.
Nick's hand fell away from her.

"You shouldn't," he said gently.

"It's no good, you know." He returned to his former occupation while she sat with her face hidden, in a stupor of fear, afraid to move lest he should touch her again.
"Now," said Nick, after a brief pause, "let me have the pleasure of seeing you break your fast.