"My God!" it said.

"What--have I done ?" It sounded like the question of a man suddenly awaking from a wild dream.

She felt the arms that held her relax their grip.

She knew that he was looking at her with eyes that held once more the light of reason.
And, oddly, that fact affected her rather with dismay than relief.
Burning from head to foot, she turned her own away.
She felt his hand pass over her shamed and quivering face as though to assure himself that she was actually there in the flesh.

And then abruptly--so abruptly that she tottered and almost fell--he set her free.
He turned from her.