He put his arms around her, turned her face to his, and held it there while he looked a moment into her eyes. But she struggled and held away from him, suddenly discovering something unfamiliar in the roughness of his touch and the expression in his eyes.
"Let me go!" she cried, struggling desperately to be free.
"You'll kiss me."
"No—never, not after that."
"After what?"
"The way you speak to me. You're rough——"
"I'll not let you go until you tell me why you came here. If you love me, you'll look in my eyes and tell me so."
"I don't love you," she panted, still struggling. "I never shall. Let me go, I say!"
He laughed at her. Her struggles were so futile. Art could not avail her here. She realized it at last and lay quietly in his arms, her eyes closed, her figure relaxed, while he kissed her as he pleased.
"Will you tell me you love me?"