"Now, Nora, listen to me. Either you are going to live and dress as I want you to, or I am positively not coming to see you again. Do you understand?"
"Well, I can get my own clothes," I said stubbornly.
"Not the kind I want you to have, not the kind I am going to get you."
He still had his hand under my chin, and I looked straight into his eyes.
"If you tell me just once," I said, "that you care for me, I'll—I'll—take the clothes then."
"I'll say anything you want me to," he said, "if you'll do what I tell you."
I took him up at that.
"All right, then. Say, 'I love you,' and you can buy pearls for me, if you want to."
He gave me a deep look that made me thrill, and I drew back from his hand. He said in a low voice: