Will stopped as if he had found himself grasping something that must
not be thrown and shattered. He found another vent for his rage by
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throttled and flung off.
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to some new terrible existence. She had no sense of chill resolute repul-
sion, of reticent self-justification such as she had known under Lydgate's
most stormy displeasure: all her sensibility was turned into a bewilder-
ing novelty of pain; she felt a new terrified recoil under a lash never