Lucy, there is my hand.

How long you may have had my heart it matters not to say now." The game was at her feet now, and no doubt she felt her triumph.

Her ready wit and speaking lip, not her beauty, had brought him to her side; and now he was forced to acknowledge that her power over him had been supreme.

Sooner than leave her he would risk all.
She did feel her triumph; but there was nothing in her face to tell him that she did so.

As to what she would now do she did not for a moment doubt.