He broke her hand away from his shirt collar, bursting the stud-holes.

She recoiled in silence.

And in one black, unconscious movement he was gone, down the garden and over the fence and across the country, swallowed in a black unconsciousness.
She, realising, sank upon the hearth-rug and lay there curled upon herself.

She was defeated.

But she, too, would never yield.