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The girl was carried away with the force of her own purpose and
craving. Every word she said was meant from the bottom of her soul.
There was not a shadow of yielding. She had no illusions. For two
years her heart had been hardening to its present condition, and she
would not give up one tittle of the chance that now opened out before
her hungry eyes.
Bob was clay in her hands. He was clay in any hands sufficiently
dominating. He knew from the moment he had delivered his appeal, and
he had heard only the tones of her reply, that it was he who must yield
or complete irrevocably the barrier which had been steadily growing up
between them. Just for a moment the weakly, obstinate thought had
occurred of flinging everything to the winds and of denying her once
more with all the force at his command. But the moment passed. It
fled before the charm of her presence, and the memory of the loved
which he was incapable of shutting out of his heart. He knew he was
right, and she was utterly wrong. But he knew, equally well, from her
words and attitude, that it was he who must give way, or----
He shook his head with a negative movement which Effie was quick enough
to realize meant yielding.
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