"I owe you somethin' for the way you've treated me.

I'm goin' to pay it.

You've been too much of a lady to talk to me, but you'll live here with that--" He reached suddenly out and seized her hands again, attempting to throw an arm around her.

She evaded the arm and wrenched herself free, slipping past him and darting to the other side of the table.

He stood opposite her, his hands on the table as he leaned toward her, grinning at her, brutally and bestially, and pausing so as to prolong his enjoyment of her predicament.
"I'll get you, damn you!" he said; "I've got the time and you can't get out." He seized the kerosene lamp on the table and walking backward, placed it on a shelf at the side of the wall near the stove.