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The night's triumph was tarnished. She went to bed at some impossible hour in the morning, very tired, yet not too tired to be conscious of a horrible feeling of insecurity.
That a man should have dared to treat her like that in her own house and on such a night, and to blurt out the exact truth! Young beast that he was, and yet so brutally right, and more honest in the face of his lust than she was in the face of her pride.