"You beast! You toad! You coward!" They fell apart, each panting; she leaning faint against the spinet, her bosom galloping; he muttering oaths decent and other--for in the upward thrusting of her little hand one of its fingers had prodded at an eye, and the pain of it--which had caused him to relax his hold of her--stripped what little veneer remained upon the man's true nature.
"Will you go ?" she asked him furiously, outraged by the vileness of his ravings.

"Will you go, or must I summon help ?" He stood looking at her, straightening his wig, which had become disarranged in the struggle, and forcing himself to an outward calm.
"So," he said.

"You scorn me?
You will not marry me?
You realise the chance, eh?
And why?
Why ?" "I suppose it is because I am blind to the honor of the alliance," she controlled herself to answer him.

"Will you go ?" He did not move.

"Yet you loved me once--" "'Tis a lie!" she blazed.