Heturnedtohiswork，asifseekingarefugeinit。Butashedrewneartoheragain，thecharmofherinnocenceandhelplessnesscameoverhimafresh。Itwasafinalprotestagainsthisresolution。Suddenlyheleanedoverandkissedher，grossly，fullonthemouth。Thethingwasdonebeforeheknewit。Terrifiedathisweaknessattheverymomenthebelievedhimselfstrong，hethrewhimselfoncemoreintohisworkwithdesperateenergy。Bythetimehewasfasteningthesheetofrubberuponthetooth，hehadhimselfoncemoreinhand。Hewasdisturbed，stilltrembling，stillvibratingwiththethroesofthecrisis，buthewasthemaster；theanimalwasdowned，wascowedforthistime，atleast。
Butforallthat，thebrutewasthere。Longdormant，itwasnowatlastalive，awake。Fromnowonhewouldfeelitspresencecontinually；wouldfeelittuggingatitschain，watchingitsopportunity。Ah，thepityofit！Whycouldhenotalwaysloveherpurely，cleanly？Whatwasthisperverse，viciousthingthatlivedwithinhim，knittedtohisflesh？
Belowthefinefabricofallthatwasgoodinhimranthefoulstreamofhereditaryevil，likeasewer。Thevicesandsinsofhisfatherandofhisfather’sfather，tothethirdandfourthandfivehundredthgeneration，taintedhim。
Theevilofanentireraceflowedinhisveins。Whyshoulditbe？Hedidnotdesireit。Washetoblame？
ButMcTeaguecouldnotunderstandthisthing。Ithadfacedhim，assoonerorlateritfaceseverychildofman；butitssignificancewasnotforhim。Toreasonwithitwasbeyondhim。Hecouldonlyopposetoitaninstinctivestubbornresistance，blind，inert。