Even now, with any girl of her age on earth, and for aught I know with many Martial damsels, the case would have been hopeless.

My whole strength was required to raise her; I had none to spare to force her loose from her hold.

Fortunately my rough and tight clasp seemed to rouse her.

Her eyes half opened, and semi-consciousness appeared to have returned.
"Let go!" I cried in that sharp tone of imperious anger which--with some tempers at least--is the natural expression of the outward impulse produced by supreme and agonizing terror.

Obedience is the hereditary lesson taught to her sex by the effects of equality in Mars.