"You needn't think I'm going to let you get me clothes. Honestly, I
won't wear them if you do."
He tilted up my chin, and spoke down into my face:
"Now, Nora, listen to me. Either you are going to live and dress as I
want you to, or I am positively not coming to see you again. Do you
understand?"
"Well, I can get my own clothes," I said stubbornly.
"Not the kind I want you to have, not the kind _I_ am going to get you."
He still had his hand under my chin, and I looked straight into his
eyes.
"If you tell me just once," I said, "that you care for me,
I'll--I'll--take the clothes then."
"I'll say anything you want me to," he said, "if you'll do what I tell
you."