"Let me be!" Eugene cried, angrily, and would have gone to Dorothy again to comfort her, but Madelon in her wrath was as strong as he, and she thrust herself between them.
"You are no brother of mine, Eugene Hautville," she said, her face all white and fierce with anger.

"You dare to touch her again, and you will find out that I can fight to keep her from you as well as Burr could if he were here.

You _dare_ to touch her again!" Then she turned to Dorothy.

"Give me the silk," she said, in a hard voice.

In her heart she blamed her more than her brother, although unnecessarily.
Dorothy shrank back.