He strained her to him and embraced her furiously, then with a strange gurgling cry she threw her head back and caught his leg between both of hers.
He emitted a howl of rage, for he felt her haunches move.

He understood now--or thought he understood! She wanted a miserly pleasure, a sort of solitary vice....
He pushed her away.

She remained there, quite pale, choking, her eyes closed, her hands outstretched like those of a frightened child.

Then Durtal's wrath vanished.

With a little cry he came up to her and caught her again, but she struggled, crying, "No! I beseech you, let me go." He held her crushed against his body and attempted to make her yield.
"I implore you, let me go." Her accent was so despairing that he relinquished her.