If I were a man, a man like you, I'd break them." Her taunts apparently moved him no more than the inner tragedy which her words had revealed.

He did not for one moment give any sign of abandoning the unnatural calm which seemed to have descended upon him.

He took up his hat from the table, and thrust the little brown paper parcel which he had been carrying, into his pocket.

His eyes for a single moment met the challenge of hers, and again she was conscious of some nameless, inexplicable fear.
"Perhaps," he said, as he turned away, "I may do that." His hand was upon the latch before she realized that he was actually going.

She sprang to her feet.