She was aware of them.

She felt that now he lay at her mercy.

If she could rise, take him, put her arms round him, and say, "You are mine," then he would leave himself to her.
But dare she?
She could easily sacrifice herself.

But dare she assert herself?
She was aware of his dark-clothed, slender body, that seemed one stroke of life, sprawled in the chair close to her.

But no; she dared not put her arms round it, take it up, and say, "It is mine, this body.