There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. If she wanted men to battle beasts in combat, a festival arose for them to battle for her. ‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals.
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