He stared at her one silent second in threat.
"P-h!" she went quickly, in contempt.
He jerked at the drawer in his excitement.

It fell, cut sharply on his shin, and on the reflex he flung it at her.
One of the corners caught her brow as the shallow drawer crashed into the fireplace.

She swayed, almost fell stunned from her chair.

To her very soul she was sick; she clasped the child tightly to her bosom.

A few moments elapsed; then, with an effort, she brought herself to.
The baby was crying plaintively.