Thedayhehadspokentoherinhis“Parlors“shehadonlybeenterrified。Ifhehadconfinedhimselftomerelyspeaking，asdidMarcus，topleadingwithher，towooingheratadistance，forestallingherwishes，showingherlittleattentions，sendingherboxesofcandy，shecouldhaveeasilywithstoodhim。Buthehadonlytotakeherinhisarms，tocrushdownherstrugglewithhisenormousstrength，tosubdueher，conquerherbysheerbruteforce，andshegaveupinaninstant。
Butwhy——whyhadshedoneso？Whydidshefeelthedesire，thenecessityofbeingconqueredbyasuperiorstrength？
Whydiditpleaseher？Whyhaditsuddenlythrilledherfromheadtofootwithaquick，terrifyinggustofpassion，thelikeofwhichshehadneverknown？NeverathisbesthadMarcusmadeherfeellikethat，andyetshehadalwaysthoughtshecaredforCousinMarkmorethanforanyoneelse。
WhenMcTeaguehadallatoncecaughtherinhishugearms，somethinghadleapedtolifeinher——somethingthathadhithertolaindormant，somethingstrongandoverpowering。
Itfrightenedhernowasshethoughtofit，thissecondselfthathadwakenedwithinher，andthatshoutedandclamoredforrecognition。Andyet，wasittobefeared？Wasitsomethingtobeashamedof？Wasitnot，afterall，natural，clean，spontaneous？Trinaknewthatshewasapuregirl；