"It's--it's--private."
"You mean you won't?" he questioned.
She nodded silently, too distressed for speech.
He got to his feet with finality. "That ends the case then," he said.
"The appeal is dismissed. You can give me no adequate reason for
releasing you. Therefore, I keep you to your engagement."
Dinah uttered a gasp. She had not expected this. For the first time she
met his look fully, met the blue, dominant eyes, the faint, supercilious
smile. And dismay struck through and through her as she realized that he
had made her captive again with scarcely a struggle.
"Oh, but you can't--you can't!" she said.
He raised his brows. "We shall see," he said. "Mean-time--" He paused,
looking at her, and suddenly the old hot glitter flashed forth, dazzling
her, hypnotizing her; he uttered a low laugh and took her in his arms.
"Daphne, you will-o'-the-wisp, you witch, how dare you?"
She made no outcry or resistance, realizing in a single stunning second
the mastery that would not be denied; only ere his lips reached her, she
sank down in his hold, hiding her face and praying him brokenly,
imploringly, to let her go.
"Oh, please--oh, please--if you love me--do be kind--do be generous! I
can't go on--indeed--indeed! Oh, Eustace,--Eustace--do forgive me--and
let me go!"
"I will not!" he said. "I will not!"
She heard the rising passion in his voice, and her heart died within her;
she sank lower, till but for his upholding arms she would have been
kneeling at his feet.
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