I'll take care of you.

I'll make you happy.

I swear to God I'll make you happy!" It was forcibly spoken, and it showed her more of the man's inner nature than she had ever seen before.

Almost in spite of herself she was touched.

She leaned against him, fighting her weakness.
"It isn't--fair to you," she murmured at last.
"That's my affair," said Hill.
She kept her face hidden from him, and he did not seek to raise it; but there was undoubted possession in the holding of his arms.
After a moment or two she spoke again.