"I haven't a forgiving disposition, and I believe in people getting
what they deserve. You'd better remember that"--smiling briefly--"if ever
you feel tempted to try how far you can go."
"Do you know, I think you're going to prove rather an autocratic lover,
Eliot?" she said, laughing gently.
"All good lovers are," he answered, drawing her into his arms once more
with a sudden, swift jealousy. "Don't you know that? It's the very essence
of love--possession, A man asks everything of the woman he loves--past,
present, and future. He will he satisfied with nothing less."
The words, uttered with an undercurrent of deep passion, struck a familiar
chord in Ann's mind. They were like, and yet unlike, something she had
heard before. For a moment she puzzled over it, the connection eluding
her. Then, all at once, it flashed over her, and she remembered how Brett
Forrester had said: _"The past doesn't matter to me. It's the future that
counts."_ These two men, Eliot and Brett, loved very differently, she
thought! With Brett, love meant a passionate determination to possess the
woman he desired whether she surrendered willingly or with every fibre of
her spirit in revolt.
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