were forced to serve the ends of sex ...

And she was so maddeningly resigned to taking this general!

A queer hot rage was gaining possession of him. "Oh, well, if you
prefer this," he said brutally, with a youthful desire to wreak pain
in return for that strange pain which something was inflicting upon
him.

A girl who would let him kiss her one night--and on the next inform
him that she was giving herself to an unknown--an old Turk.... If
she could go like that, to some other's arms and lips ...

He wanted to take her fiercely in his arms and crush her lips
against his and then fling her away and say, "Oh, go to him now--if
you can!"

And at the same time he wanted to gather her to him as tenderly as
if she were a flower he was guarding and tell her that he would
protect her against all the world.

He was divided and confused and blindly angry. He felt baffled and
frustrated. He was both aching and raging. And yet he was capable of
reminding himself, in some corner of his uninvaded mind, that this
was undoubtedly the best thing for them both.

What else? For him? For her?

And yet his tongue went on stabbing her.