He had one slight redeeming grace.
In his own strange way, he loved her.
That fact, more than anything else, made her unhappy.
If he were but toying with her she could willingly have despised, yes, even hated him!
His love was real.
He showed it in his every attempt to be kind, in his watchful manner. If she seemed to only hunger, he sent for food. If she were only tired, he prepared her bed. If she showed sorrow he tried to bring joy.
How miserable to be married to a monster with a kind heart!
Her feelings vacillated.
At times she hated him for having abducted her, for keeping her from her mother and the flowery garden where she had played.
At times she pitied him for the suffering he bore uncomplainingly.