"But think what would become of me!" she cried.
"Who cares?"
This viewpoint startled her.
"Well," she said, "I care."
"No, you don’t," he answered. "You only care for me."
She wished to argue, to defend herself; but it was too late. She was lost. His words so appealed to the recklessness in her own nature, to her devil-may-care heart, that she could not counter them. She loved this man; her whole heart urged her blindly to follow him, to do what he asked, to hurry gloriously to destruction.
She made a half-hearted effort to get away from him, but he only held her closer. He looked down at her and laughed.
"No use!" he said. "You don’t want to go!"
Suddenly she flung her arms about his neck, and clung to him, looking up into his bold eyes.