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Her vigour was truly Amazonian, and at no time had I ever occasion to contend with a more formidable opponent. Her glance was rapid and exact, and the shock with which from time to time she impelled her whole frame inconceivably vehement. At length I was victorious, took from her the instrument of death, and threw her upon the ground. Till now the earnestness of her exertions had curbed her rage; but now she gnashed with her teeth, her eyes seemed as if starting from their sockets, and her body heaved with uncontrollable insanity. “Rascal! devil!” she exclaimed, “what do you mean to do to me?” Till now the scene had passed uninterrupted by a single word. “Nothing,” I replied: “begone, infernal witch! and leave me to myself.” “Leave you! No: I will thrust my fingers through your ribs, and drink your blood!— You conquer me?— Ha, ha!— Yes, yes; you shall!— I will sit upon you, and press you to hell! I will roast you with brimstone, and dash your entrails into your eyes! Ha, ha!— ha!” Saying this, she sprung up, and prepared to attack me with redoubled fury. I seized her hands, and compelled her to sit upon the bed. Thus restrained, she continued to express the tumult of her thoughts by grinning, by certain furious motions of her head, and by occasional vehement efforts to disengage herself from my grasp. These contortions and starts were of the nature of those fits in which the patients are commonly supposed to need three or four persons to hold them. But I found by experience that, under the circumstances in which I was placed, my single strength was sufficient. The spectacle of her emotions was inconceivably frightful. Her violence at length however began to abate, and she became convinced of the hopelessness of the contest. “Let me go!” said she. “Why do you hold me? I will not be held.” “I wanted you gone from the first,” replied I. “Are you contented to go now?” “Yes, I tell you, misbegotten villain! Yes, rascal!”