“What! Even nights like night before last!” he said cunningly. That inward struggle which he had been fighting all morning completely transformed the usual kindly look in his eyes, bringing back the glare of a caged animal.
Then she deliberately tore it into pieces. Page 276.
“Especially nights when it’s hard,” she said, in her low, musical voice.
He laughed.
“There’ll be a lot of those!”
“I know there must be,” she said, laying her hand on his arm as though to calm him. “Perhaps it’s best that you should let go sometimes—at first.”
“What!” he said loudly. Then he laughed again; but already under the controlling pressure of her hand, the laugh had a softer note. “So you’re not going to reform me?”
She shook her head.