She knew herself to be incapable of it.

She was bound to crumple under the strain, bound to be humbled to the dust long ere the faintest hope of outmatching her mother's iron will had begun to dawn in her soul.

The very thought made her feel puny and contemptible.

If she resisted to the very uttermost of her strength, yet would she be crushed in the end, and that end would be more horribly painful than she dared to contemplate.
All her childhood it had been the same.

She had been conquered ere she had passed the threshold of rebellion.