Now you _are_ frightened!.

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Very well--I----" He swayed a little, swung blindly on his heel, and lurched out into the hall.
Mechanically she followed, halting in the doorway and resting against it, for it seemed as though her knees were giving way.
"Is that--to be the--end ?" she whispered.
He turned and came swiftly back, took her in his arms, crushed her to him, kissed her lips again and again, fiercely.
"The end will be when you make an end," he said.

"Make it now or never!" His heart was beating violently against hers; her head had fallen a little back, lips slightly parted, unresponsive under his kiss, yet enduring--and at last burning and trembling to the verge of response---- And suddenly, passion-swept, breathless, she felt her self-control going, and she opened her eyes, saw hell in his, tore herself from his arms, and shrank, trembling, against the wall.