30/32 Do you hear me ?" "Oh, let them hang me," groaned Aileen. "I want to die." He took away his hand from her mouth, loosened his grip upon her arms, and let her get to her feet. She was still torrential, impetuous, ready to upbraid him, but once standing she was confronted by him, cold, commanding, fixing her with a fishy eye. He wore a look now she had never seen on his face before--a hard, wintry, dynamic flare, which no one but his commercial enemies, and only those occasionally, had seen. "Not one more word! Not one! Do you hear me ?" She wavered, quailed, gave way. |