Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 19 Page 25

Gradually, the stillness and peace came over them. She put her hand tentatively on his. Their hands clasped softly and silently, in peace.

‘Do you really love me?’ she said.

He laughed.

‘I call that your war-cry,’ he replied, amused.

‘Why!’ she cried, amused and really wondering.

‘Your insistence — Your war-cry — ”A Brangwen, A Brangwen” — an old battle-cry. Yours is, “Do you love me? Yield knave, or die.”‘

‘No,’ she said, pleading, ‘not like that. Not like that. But I must know that you love me, mustn’t I?’