She brooded and brooded and brooded herself towards accepting him.
He courted her now like a lover.

Often, when he grew hot, she put his face from her, held it between her hands, and looked in his eyes.
He could not meet her gaze.

Her dark eyes, full of love, earnest and searching, made him turn away.

Not for an instant would she let him forget.

Back again he had to torture himself into a sense of his responsibility and hers.