The fire of his spirit swept over her. Once more she stood close to him,
as she had done so many times in her thoughts. She did not know whether
she loved or detested him. She was fascinated--trembling--longing for
him to force her to surrender in his arms--knowing that she would hate
him if he did. She gave a little cry as Selwyn, almost as if he read her
conflicting thoughts, took her arms with his hands once more.
