She possessed him.

Once or twice he attempted to firmly oppose her ruinous caprices; but she had made him pliable as the osier.

Under the dark glances of this girl, his strongest resolutions melted more quickly than snow beneath an April sun.

She tortured him; but she had also the power to make him forget all by a smile, a tear, or a kiss.

Away from the enchantress, reason returned at intervals, and, in his lucid moments, he said to himself, "She does not love me.