'I'm afraid, and I'm not afraid,' she chattered, with shaking jaws. 'It's my miserable body, not I.' ¡¡¡¡'It's all right; it's all right,' I reassured her, my arm passing instinctively and protectingly around her. ¡¡¡¡I shall never forget, in that moment, how instantly conscious I became of my manhood. The primitive deeps of my nature stirred.
felt myself masculine, the protector of the weak, the fighting male. And, best of all, I felt myself the protector of my loved one. She leaned against me, so light and lily-frail, and as her trembling eased away it seemed as though I became aware of prodigious strength. I felt myself a match for the most ferocious bull in the herd, and I know, had such a bull charged upon me, that I would have met him unflinchingly and cooly, and I know that I would have killed him. ¡¡¡¡'I am all right now,' she said, looking up at me gratefully. 'Let us go on.'
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