Be sensible for once! It's for your own good.

You can't have that draught.
You have got to manage without it." "Oh, I can't! I can't!" moaned Isabel.

She was striving to resist his hold, but her efforts were piteously weak.

The force of his personality plainly dominated her.

"I shall lie awake all night--all night." "Very well," he said inexorably.