Instead, she in impulsive, most ill-timed panic, quickened her step.

When the woman flees, the man, if there be any manhood in him, pursues.

He caught her, held her fast.
"Let me go!" she cried, not with the compelling force of offended dignity, but with the hysterical ineffectiveness of terror.

"You are rough.

You hurt." He laughed, turned her about in his arms until she was facing him.