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The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Heseizedhershoulders,andshefeltpreparedtoacceptthathewouldnowkillherorbeatherintounconsciousness,andinthemomentwhenshefeltcertainthathehadthoughtofit,shefeltherbodythrownagainsthimandhismouthfallingonhers,morebrutallythantheactofabeatingwouldhavepermitted.
Shefoundherself,interror,twistingherbodytoresist,and,inexultation,twistingherarmsaroundhim,holdinghim,lettingherlipsbringbloodtohis,knowingthatshehadneverwantedhimasshedidinthismoment.
Whenhethrewherdownonthecouch,sheknew,totherhythmofthebeatofhisbody,thatitwastheactofhisvictoryoverhisrivalandofhissurrendertohim,theactofownershipbroughttounendurableviolencebythethoughtofthemanwhomitwasdefying,theactoftransforminghishatredforthepleasurethatmanhadknownintotheintensityofhisownpleasure,hisconquestofthatmanbymeansofherbody—shefeltFrancisco’spresencethroughRearden’smind,shefeltasifsheweresurrenderingtobothmen,tothatwhichshehadworshippedinbothofthem,thatwhichtheyheldincommon,thatessenceofcharacterwhichhadmadeofherloveforeachanactofloyaltytoboth.
