And then he wanted her, but as he went forward to her, her hands lifted in a little pleading movement, and he looked at her face, and stopped.

Her big brown eyes were watching him, still and resigned and loving; she lay as if she had given herself up to sacrifice: there was her body for him; but the look at the back of her eyes, like a creature awaiting immolation, arrested him, and all his blood fell back.
"You are sure you want me ?" he asked, as if a cold shadow had come over him.
"Yes, quite sure." She was very quiet, very calm.

She only realised that she was doing something for him.

He could hardly bear it.

She lay to be sacrificed for him because she loved him so much.