She must break down the wall--she must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last.

It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.
Terribly shocks ran over her body, like shocks of electricity, as if many volts of electricity suddenly struck her down.

She was aware of him sitting silently there, an unthinkable evil obstruction.

Only this blotted out her mind, pressed out her very breathing, his silent, stooping back, the back of his head.
A terrible voluptuous thrill ran down her arms--she was going to know her voluptuous consummation.

Her arms quivered and were strong, immeasurably and irresistibly strong.