The connecting chains were grinding and squeaking as the tension varied, the mare pawed and struck away mechanically now, her terror fulfilled in her, for now the man encompassed her; her paws were blind and pathetic as she beat the air, the man closed round her, and brought her down, almost as if she were part of his own physique.
'And she's bleeding! She's bleeding!' cried Ursula, frantic with opposition and hatred of Gerald.

She alone understood him perfectly, in pure opposition.
Gudrun looked and saw the trickles of blood on the sides of the mare, and she turned white.

And then on the very wound the bright spurs came down, pressing relentlessly.

The world reeled and passed into nothingness for Gudrun, she could not know any more.
When she recovered, her soul was calm and cold, without feeling.

The trucks were still rumbling by, and the man and the mare were still fighting.