Don't attempt any foolishness about trying to escape from here.

You're mine, I say.

I shall not let you go." Yet in spite of his savagery, his face softened in the next moment.
"If it could only be in the right way! Look at me, look at you.
You're so very beautiful, I'm so strong.

There is only one right way about it.

Oh, woman! "But come," he resumed with a half sigh, seeking in a rough way to brush back a wisp of hair from his forehead, to join the tangled mane upon his crest; "I hate myself as much as you hate me, but it's your fault--your fault that you are as you are--that you set me mad.