“...you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy - where is the obstacle?”
“Here! and here!” replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast. “In whichever place the soul lives - in my soul, and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!’
Emily Bronte - Wuthering Heights
She felt trapped when she was with him. Like a prisoner of her own heart. She was content, but to her, contentment was by all means a reasonable price for freedom.