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was not to be controlled any longer. As his great voice
had done a moment before, his great strength, too, seemed able to
fill all space in its enveloping and undeniable authority. Every
time she tried instinctively to stiffen herself against its
might, it reacted, affirming its fierce will, its uplifting
power. Several times she lost the feeling of the ground and had a
sensation of helplessness without fear, of triumph without
exultation. The inevitable had come to pass. She had foreseen
it--and all the time in that dark place and against the red glow
of camp fires within the stockade the man in whose arms she
struggled remained shadowy to her eyes--to her half-closed eyes.
She thought suddenly, "He will crush me to death without knowing
it."
He was like a blind force. She closed her eyes altogether. Her
head fell back a little. Not instinctively but with wilful
resignation and as it were from a sense of justice she abandoned
herself to his arms. The effect was as though she had suddenly
stabbed him to the heart. He let her go so suddenly and
completely that she would have fallen down in a heap if she had
not managed to catch hold of his forearm. He seemed prepared for
it and for a moment all her weight hung on it without myilai：
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