weariness and exhaustion; because of his will fastened upon her;

as he lay there beside her; during the night。

She realized it all; and there came a momentous pause; a

pause in her swift running; a moment's suspension in her life;

when she was lost。

Then she turned fiercely on him; and fought him。 He was not

to do this to her; it was monstrous。 What horrible hold did he

want to have over her body? Why did he want to drag her down;

and kill her spirit? Why did he want to deny her spirit? Why did

he deny her spirituality; hold her for a body only? And was he

to claim her carcase?

Some vast; hideous darkness he seemed to represent to

her。

〃What do you do to me?〃 she cried。 〃What beastly thing do you

do to me? You put a horrible pressure on my head; you don't let

me sleep; you don't let me live。 Every moment of your life you

are doing something to me; something horrible; that destroys me。

There is something horrible in you; something dark and beastly

in your will。 What do you want of me? What do you want to do to

me?〃

All the blood in his body went black and powerful and

corrosive as he heard her。 Black and blind with hatred of her he

was。 He was in a very black hell; and could not escape。

He hated her for what she said。 Did he not give her

everything; was she not everything to him? And the shame was a

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