could see
the bedof
it. she
would not
believe
it； she
redoubled
in
tenderness，
and
rodolpheconcealed
his
indifference
less and
less. she
did not
know if
she
regretted
havingyielded
to him， or
whether
she did
not wish，
on the
contrary，
to enjoy
him
themore.
the
humiliation
of feeling
herself
weak was
turning to
rancour，
temperedby
their
voluptuous
pleasures.
it was not
affection；
it was
like a
continualseduction.
he
subjugated
her； she
almost
feared
