There were five of them, hulking youths all inflamed by drink if not actually tipsy, and they came around her with shouts of idiotic laughter and incoherent joking, evidently taking her for a village girl.
She stood her ground with her back to the cliff-edge, not yielding an inch, contempt in every line.

"Will you kindly go your way," she said, "and allow me to go mine ?" They responded with yells of derision, and one young man, emboldened by the jeers of his companions, came close to her and leered into her face of rigid disdain.

"I'm damned if I won't have a kiss first!" he swore, and flung a rough arm about her.
Juliet moved then with the fierce suddenness of a wild thing trapped.

She wrenched herself from him in furious disgust.
"You hound!" she began to say.

But the word was never fully uttered, for as it sprang to her lips, it went into a desperate cry.