“Yes, but marriage! I’m too young yet.”
He pressed her to him with a force that left her helpless. He would show her haughty mother who was the master. With his face pressed against hers, he talked, expostulated, begged, threatened to kill himself, kissing her again and again, until she gave in. She would do anything, everything he asked of her, but he must give her twenty-four hours to win over her mother.
“If you fail?”
“Then, I will go with you.”
“You promise.”
“Yes.”
“Julie! Your mother will influence you against me!”
“No one can do that.”
“You are mine; I will not give you up.” He swore an oath, which made her shudder. With a quiver of terrible joy, she put her arms around his neck. Her lips sought his.