I'll give him to you," and crossed quickly to the door of his bedroom and flung it open.
On the threshold he paused stock-still.

The place was empty; a draught sucked through the open window, flirting with the curtain and telling the story of the trader's exit.
"If you're looking for your coat, it's here," he heard Stark say.

"Get into it, and we'll go for him." The Lieutenant's mind was working fast enough now, in all conscience, and he saw with clear and fateful eyes whither he was being led, at which a sudden reckless disregard for consequences seized him.

He felt a blind fury at being pulled and hauled and driven by this creature, and also an unreasoning anger at Gale's defection.

But it was the thought of Necia and the horrible net of evil in which this man had ensnared them both that galled him most.