She blew out the lamp in a panic of resentment and undressed in the dark, but that made no difference.

When she lay in bed, although she closed her eyes resolutely, she could still see it.
"I won't have it; I won't have it," she said, quite aloud in her shame and rebellion.

"I won't have it.

What does this mean ?" In spite of herself the sound of his voice was in her ears, and she resented that; she fought against the feeling of utter rapture which came stealing over her because of it.

She felt as if she wanted to spring out of bed and run, run far away into the freedom of the night, if only by so doing she could outspeed herself.