He ought to have got quite well by now--it was perfectly ridiculous.

What if, after all, he would not be worth while?
But the indomitable part of her character made her tenacious.

She felt it was a different matter, throwing away what she had won, to having to relinquish something that she knew she had never really gained.

She would make one more determined effort, and then, if he would not give her love, he should be made to feel his bondage, she would extort from him to the last ounce, her pound of flesh.
"John, darling," she said, slipping her hand into his, under the rug as they drove, "this beautiful place makes me feel so romantic.

I wish you would make love to me.