"Go and talk to the others," she said.

"I haven't time for you." The tears were hot in his eyes and anger was in his heart--anger bred of the rain, of the noise, of the confusion.
"You _are_ howwid," he said slowly.
"Well, go away, then, if I'm horrid," she pushed with her hand at his knee.

"I didn't ask you to come here." Her touch infuriated him; he kicked and caught a very tender part of her calf.
"Oh! You little beast!" She came to him, leant for a moment across him, then slapped his cheek.
The pain, the indignity, and, above all, a strange confused love for his sister that was near to passionate rage, let loose all the devils that owned Bim for their habitation.
He did three things: He screamed aloud, he bent forward and bit Lucy's hand hard, he seized Lucy's wonderful Russian mug and dashed it to the ground.

He then stood staring at the shattered fragments.
III There followed, of course, confusion.

Nurse started up.