She was locked into a lonely house as far away from help as though they were out at sea.
"We hold it death to falter not to die." The words seemed suddenly to stand out in blazing letters over the mantelpiece, as they did in Martin's room--Martin, Martin....

With a mighty effort she wound the reins round her hands and pulled herself up.

In this erotic and terrible position she must not falter or show fear or exaggerate this man's sudden derangement by cries or struggles.

He must be humored, kept gentle and quiet, and she must pray for help.

God loved young things, and if she had forgotten Him until the very moment of great danger, He might forgive.