There was a crowd in a moment; and a cabman drew up close to the kerb with a calm conviction that his hansom would be wanted presently.
"How dare you put your hand on me, you coward ?" she exclaimed, with remarkable crispness of utterance and energy of style.

"Who are you?
I dont know you.

Where are the police ?" She paused for a reply; and a bracelet, broken by the blow she had given him, dropped on the pavement, and was officiously picked up and handed to her by a battered old woman who shewed in every wrinkle her burning sympathy with Woman turning at bay against Man.

Susanna looked at the broken bracelet, and tears of vexation sprang to her eyes.

"Look at what youve done!" she cried, holding out the bracelet in her left hand and shewing a scrape which had drawn blood on her right wrist.