"Everything? Perhaps, but not for the last time."
She leaned forward, into the light, put her elbows upon the table, and rested her head upon her clasped hands, as though to shade her eyes. "Well?" she said, wearily.
Vows and the Law
Her hands trembled, but she did not move. He leaned across the table, unclasped her hands gently, and forced her to look at him. Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears.
"Darling! My darling! Have I made you unhappy?"
"No," she faltered. "How could you?"
He came to her, sat down on the arm of her chair, slipped his arm around her, and held her close against his shoulder. "Listen," he said. "You belong to me, don't you?"
"Absolutely."
"Could you—could you—make yourself free?"