There was challenge in the movement, but none the less her eyes sought the ground, and, once face to face with him, she stood in an attitude of submission.
'What does that mean ?' she heard him ask in a low voice.

'You won't wear it again.' She did not answer, but in spite of herself, against her will, she raised her eyes until they met his.

She heard a cry, hoarse and passionate; she felt herself lifted, caught, and held against him.

She saw his eyes above hers, burning into hers; she felt the pressure of two lips upon hers, and her own respond obediently.
'Is it true ?' The words were whispered into her ear with an accent of wonder, almost of awe.
'Yes,' she whispered back, compelled to the answer, subservient to his touch, to his words, and, to the full, conscious of her subservience.

She felt the big breath he drew in answering her monosyllable.