He was her betrothed and had never kissed her but once in the
moonlight. It was his right, and after all, conquering the inevitable
repugnance, it did not take long. Caught thus in a yielding mood she
resolved to submit. She had a comforting sense that it was a rite to
which in time one became accustomed. With a determination to perform
her part graciously she lowered her eyelids and presented a dusky
cheek. As his shoulder touched hers she felt that he trembled and was
instantly seized with the antipathy that his emotion woke in her. But
it was too late to withdraw. His arms closed round her and he crushed
her against his chest. When she felt their strength and the beating of
his heart against the unstirred calm of her own, her good resolutions
were swept away in a surge of abhorrence. She struggled for freedom,
repelling him with violent, pushing hands, and exclaiming breathlessly:
"Don't, David! Stop! I won't have it! Don't!"
He instantly released her, and she shrunk away, brushing off the bosom
of her blouse as if he had left dust there. Her face was flushed and
frowning.
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