"Has this man seen _her_ ?" His voice crushed me.

What a barrier his expression of contempt made between her and me! Withal, I felt a humiliating sense of defeat.
Charles read me.
As he folded his wristband under his sleeve, carefully and slowly, his slender fingers did not tremble with the desire that possessed him, which I saw in his terrible eyes as plainly as if he had spoken, "I would kill him." They looked at my hands, for I was wringing them, and a groan burst from me.
"Somers," said Charles, rising and touching his shoulder, "behave like a man, and let us alone; I love this girl." His pale face changed, his eyes softened, and mine filled with tears.
"Cassandra," urged Ben, in a gentle voice, "come with me; come away." "Fool," I answered; "leave _me_ alone, and go." He hesitated, moved toward the door, and again urged me to come.
"Go! go!" stamping my foot, and the door closed without a sound.
For a moment we stood, transfixed in an isolation which separated us from all the world beside.
"Now Charles, we"-- a convulsive sob choked me, a strange taste filled my mouth, I put my handkerchief to my lips and wiped away streaks of blood.

I showed it to him.
"It is nothing, by God!" snatching the handkerchief.

"Take mine--oh, my dear--" I tried to laugh, and muttered the imperative fact of joining the rest.
"Be quiet, Cassandra." He opened the window, took a handful of snow from the sill and put it to my mouth.

It revived me.
"Do you hear, Charles?
Never say those frightful words again.