"You--you'd better, Magda." "And if I don't ?" she forced the words through her stiff lips.
"But you will!" he said hoarsely.

"You will!" There was a dangerous note in his voice.

The man had got beyond the stage to be played with.

In the silence of the room Magda could hear his laboured breathing, feel his heart leaping against her own soft breast crushed against his.

It frightened her.
"You'll let me go if I do ?" The words seemed to run into each other in her helpless haste.
"I'll let you go." "Very well." Slowly, reluctantly she lifted her face to his and kissed him.