The finality of the woman's manner took away his feeling of superiority in battle.
She made no answer.
"Hmph!" he murmured, with a movement of his head to one side.

It was the weakest thing he had ever done.

It was totally unassured.
Mrs.Hurstwood noticed the lack of color in it.

She turned upon him, animal-like, able to strike an effectual second blow.
"I want the Waukesha money to-morrow morning," she said.
He looked at her in amazement.

Never before had he seen such a cold, steely determination in her eye--such a cruel look of indifference.