Sally was warring against the frailty of her body for his love.

Of his selfishness, she had seen nothing.

His cruelty, that she had seen; the beast in the every-man, that she had realized as well.
But in the components of a woman there may always be found that unswerving subjection to the lower nature of the man.

It is a passive submission--for which we have much to be thankful--taking upon itself in its most extreme form, no more definite expression than the parted lips, eyes glazed with passion, and the body inert in its total abandonment.
It is foolish, therefore, to say that man, in that lower animalism of his nature, is alone in the supposed God-creation of his likeness to the divinity.

The very instinct itself would die out were there not in woman the passive echo to answer to its call.