This conscience of hers had got in his way before now, and he had suddenly an uneasy feeling, as if he had struck against the vein of iron which lay beneath the rich bloom of her passion.

The thought of her opposition, of her secret hardness, bitterly angered him.

He wanted her--no other woman could satisfy him--but he wanted her utterly different from what she was.

He was seized with an indomitable desire to make her over, to change her entirely from that Gabriella with whom he had fallen in love.

Of course, she was right as far as the mere facts of the case were concerned.