"Have you anything further to say to me ?" She found it within her power to free herself, and did so.

She was shaking from head to foot.

The untamed violence of the man had appalled her, but his abrupt resumption of self-control was almost more terrible.
She felt as if his will compassed and constrained her like bands of iron.
She stood before him in panting silence, a shrinking woman, striving vainly to raise from the dust the shield of pride that he had so rudely shattered and flung aside.

She could not speak to him.

She had no words.
From the depths of her soul she hated him.