Then he would go out into the night and battle again with the wintrywinds. That frightened shrinking of hers puzzled him. Everything was so strange to him; and how could he be sure what was right? He wanted to do what was right, with all his soul he wanted it; if he were to do wrong, or to make her think less of him, he could never forgive himself all his life. But then would come the wild surge of his longing, and his man’s power would cry outwithin him. It was his business to overcome her shrinking, to compel her to yield. The question of the doctor rang in his ears as ataunt—“Why are you a man?” Whywashe a man?
Section 9. In the end these emotions reached a point where Thyrsis could no longer bear them. They were a torment to him, they deprived him of all rest and sleep. One afternoon
