Throat, cheeks, and forehead flamed with the rush of the shamed blood.
"He--he--" she attempted to vindicate her deeper indignation, then whirled abruptly away and passed out the rear door and down the steps.
Sheldon sat and mused.

He was a trifle angry, and the more he dwelt upon the happening the angrier he grew.

If it had been any woman except Joan it would have been amusing.

But Joan was the last woman in the world to attempt to kiss forcibly.

The thing smacked of the back stairs anyway--a sordid little comedy perhaps, but to have tried it on Joan was nothing less than sacrilege.