"How long would such love last?
in what would it end?
it would not be love--it would be the deadliest kind of hate." Bressant rose to his feet, and made a gesture with his arms in the air, as if striving by a physical act to regain the mental force and equilibrium which Sophie had so unexpectedly overthrown.

The mighty strength and untamed vehemence of the man's nature were exhibited in the movement.

Sophie saw, in the vision of a moment, on how wild and stormy a sea she had embarked, and for a moment, perhaps, she quailed at the sight.

But again her great love brought back the flush of dauntless courage, and her trembling ceased.

She became aware, at that critical moment, that she was the stronger of the two; and Bressant probably felt it also.