It had come so suddenly, this ordeal, but she braced herself to
meet it. Horrible though it was to withstand him, the thought came to her
that if she did not make the effort just once she would never have the
strength again.
"You think me very impertinent," she said, speaking quickly through
quivering lips. "But--but--I have a right to speak. If I am to be--your
wife, you must not treat me as--a servant."
She saw his look change. The anger went out of it, but something that was
more terrible to her took its place, something that she could not meet.
She flinched involuntarily, and in the same moment he drew her close to
him. "Ah, Daphne, the adorable!" he said. "I've never seen you at bay
before! You claim your privileges, do you? You think I can refuse you
nothing?"
She shrank at his tone--the mastery of it, the confidence, the caress.
"You needn't be afraid," he said, and bent his face to hers. "Whatever
you wish is law. But don't forget one thing! If I refuse you nothing, I
must have everything in exchange. 'Love the gift is Love the debt,' my
Daphne. You must give me freely all that you have in return."
She trembled in his embrace. Those passionate words of his
frightened her anew. Was it possible--would it ever be possible--to
give him--freely--all that she had?
The doubt shot through her like the stab of a dagger even while she gave
him the kiss he demanded for her audacity.
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