It mastered her for a moment, and then, held close as she was, began to wane.

Something else in her spoke.

This man, to whose bosom she was being pressed, was strong; he was passionate, he loved her, and she was alone.

If she did not turn to him--accept of his love--where else might she go?
Her resistance half dissolved in the flood of his strong feeling.
She found him lifting her head and looking into her eyes.

What magnetism there was she could never know.