Hazel was silent. She could not explain the strange instinct, stronger than her wildness, that Reddin had awakened in her, and that chained her here with invisible chains.
'Come home, little Hazel!' he pleaded.
'I canna,' she whispered.
'Why? You can if you want to. Don't you want to?'
'Ah! I do that.'
She was torn between her longing to go and her powerlessness to leave
Reddin.
The light went out of Edward's face.
'Do you love this man?' he asked.
'No.'
'Does it make you better to live with him?'