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." And he stopped short, his arms hanging lifelessly by his side, as if those words had changed him into stone.

She was afraid of his possible violence, but in the unsettling of all his convictions he was struck with the frightful thought that she preferred to kill her father all by herself; and the last stage of their struggle, at which he looked as though a red fog had filled his eyes, loomed up with an unnatural ferocity, with a sinister meaning; like something monstrous and depraved, forcing its complicity upon him under the cover of that awful night.

He was horrified and grateful; drawn irresistibly to her--and ready to run away.