He doesn't!" "I will deal with you afterwards," he said, sweeping her hands from his coat at a single gesture.
But she caught at the hand that sought to brush her aside, caught and held it, clinging so fast to his arm that without actual violence he could not free himself.
He stood still, then, his eyes glowering ruddily over her head at Jerry, who stamped and swore behind her.
"Anne," he said, and the sternness of his voice was like a blow, "go into the next room!" "I will not!" she gasped back.

"I will not!" Her face was raised to his.

With her left hand she sought and grasped his right wrist.

Her whole body quivered against him, but she stood her ground.
"I shall hurt you!" he said between his teeth.
"I don't care!" she cried back hysterically.

"You--you can kill me, if you like!" He turned his eyes suddenly upon her, flaming them straight into hers mercilessly, scorchingly.