Lady Blanche Farm — Frances Parkinson Keyes

...She was, indeed, magnificent, beautiful as Paul had never seen her, had never known she could be. He threw his arms around her, and began to kiss her violently on her neck, her cheeks, her lips. Mary tried ti struggle away from him, hot with fury, sick with shame and disgust. He only held her closer. At last she succeeded in freeing one arm, and with all her might, struck him across the mouth. Instead of sobering Paul, it stimulated his raging senses to the point of frenzy. He confronted Mary with unleashed fury.

"You canting hypocrite!" he shouted, furiously, "moping around all summer, acting as if you were crazy to have me make love to you! And now going for me like a wild-cat when I try it!..."