[...] I noticed one night that she was letting me have my way with her just to please me, but she wasn’t enjoying it; that in fact she wanted to think about other things besides my unwelcome sexual advances, but, because of her saintly character, she couldn’t say so. Anyway, I realised this of my own accord a second before what would undoubtedly have been another rape, and I set my jaw and repressed the urge and lay back next to her and took her hand. She smiled, immensely relieved, and nestled her head into my chest. [...]