"And—did you—" I began suddenly, and stopped.
"Did I—what, sir?"
"Did you love him?" said I, staring straight in front of me.
"I—ran away from him."
"And—do you—love him?"
"I suppose," said Charmian, speaking very slowly, "I suppose you cannot understand a woman hating and loving a man, admiring and despising him, both at the same time?"
"No, I can't."
"Can you understand one glorying in the tempest that may destroy her, riding a fierce horse that may crush her, or being attracted by a will strong and masterful, before which all must yield or break?"
"I think I can."
"Then," said Charmian, "this man is strong and wild and very masterful, and so—I ran away with him."