He continued to struggle.
Smiling, she taunted him: "When I was a little girl, I used to get mad and throw rocks.... It never did any good. Lie still."
I shouldn't tease him, she thought contritely.
She felt very sorry for him. How frustrated he must feel! How hurt and puzzled and helpless and betrayed!
He's like Samson shorn.
"I know how you feel," she said softly. "I felt that way when you were chasing me. You're going to listen to me. After I'm through talking to you, maybe I'll let you up."
Glaring hotly, he relaxed.
"I saved your life," Julia said. "Don't forget that. You could thank me."
"You had a reason then. You're a traitor. You had your reasons to."
She slipped to the end of the bed. Gently she unlaced his shoes and slipped them off.