"But it takes nerve to use it.

Let me through this door!" "Not in a thousand years," said Ronicky.
She laid her hand on the door and drew it back--it struck his shoulder--and Ronicky gave way with a groan and stood with his head bowed.

Inwardly he cursed himself.

Doubtless she was used to men who bullied her, as if she were another man of an inferior sort.

Doubtless she despised him for his weakness.