He had a certain horror of her.

The strange liquid sound of her appeal seemed to him like the swaying of a serpent which mesmerises the fated, fluttering, helpless bird.

She clasped her arms round him, she drew him to her, she half roused his passion.

At the same time she coldly horrified and repelled him.

He had not the faintest feeling, at the moment, of his own wrong.