His physical power over her was complete, and he knew it.

Her flesh had become as soft as flowers in his arms, while her eyes, like dark flames, trembled and fell away from his look.
"It isn't only the thing itself, darling, but I don't like you to refuse me.

It hurts me that you won't do what I ask of you." "If it were anything else, George." "But it isn't anything else.

It is just that I want you to myself--all to myself, after we are married." "Don't ask me, dearest.

If you only knew how it makes me suffer." Her voice was a caress when she answered, but, as he told himself passionately, she had not yielded an inch.