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300 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1919
She made a gesture of impatience. "Do you never think of the future?"
"Not in your presence," laughed Nick. "I think of you—you—and only you. Didn't you know?
"How can I be honest with you," he said, "when you are not honest with yourself"
"You are bound—some time—to reap what you have sown."
And this was Love—this hunger that could never be satisfied, this craving which would not be stifled or ignored—Love triumphant, invincible, immortal—the thing she had striven to slay at its birth, but which had lived on in spite of her, growing, spreading, enveloping, till she was lost, till she was suffocated, in its immensity
"I warn you, Muriel, you are putting yourself irrevocably in my power, and you will never break away again. You may come to loathe me with your whole soul, but I shall never let you go. Have you realised that? If I take you now, I take you for all time"
