His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. ” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. All its better points were improved, while the less attractive ones (and they were few in comparison) were subdued, or removed. And then you go—and half throttle me. ’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady.
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