Then she held out both her hands.
"I am going, now. Good-bye."
The blood came back to Orsino's face. It seemed to him that he had
reached the crisis of his life and his instinct was to struggle hard
against his fate. With a quick movement he caught her in his arms,
lifting her from her feet and pressing her close to him.
"You shall not go!"
He kissed her passionately again and again, while she fought to be free,
straining at his arms with her small white hands and trying to turn her
face from him.
"Why do you struggle? It is of no use." He spoke in very soft deep
tones, close to her ear.
She shook her head desperately and still did her best to slip from him,
though she might as well have tried to break iron clamps with her
fingers.
"It is of no use," he repeated, pressing her still more closely to him.
"Let me go!" she cried, making a violent effort, as fruitless as the
last.
"No!"
Then she was quite still, realising that she had no chance with him.
"Is it manly to be brutal because you are strong?" she asked.
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