"Yes, I want to keep you.... I want to keep you if you hate me!... Yes. Yes."
"That is cruelty...."
"Is it? Then I'm cruel, too."
Sophy sat with her eyes on his suffused, lowering face. Her hand went to and fro over the collie's head. She sat so long thus, without speaking, that he said gruffly:
"Well? What now? Why do you stare so?"
"I'm trying to imagine how it would be to feel like that. I'm trying to get your point of view."
"How ... my point of view?"
"The wanting to hold a woman against her will. But I can't understand it. I never understood how a man or woman could want to hold another when love had gone ... the love that is the only reason for marriage."
"You rub it in, don't you?"
She said sadly: