No man, unless he were a poor clown, would endure it; and I tell you now, with all my love for you, I will not--I will not!" Dorothy was beginning to fear him.

She of course did not fear personal violence; but after all, while he was slower than she, he was much stronger every way, and when aroused, his strength imposed itself upon her and she feared to play him any farther.
"Sit beside me, John, and I will tell you his name," said the girl, looking up to him, and then casting down her eyes.

A dimpling smile was playing about her lips.
"No, I will not sit by you," replied John, angrily.

She partly rose, and taking him by the arm drew him to her side.
"Tell me his name," again demanded John, sitting rigidly by Dorothy.

"Tell me his name." "Will you kill him ?" she asked.
"That I will," he answered.