The insult swept her free of every thought but its memory. By a sudden motion she slipped from his grasp and to her feet; faced him.
“You beast!” she cried. “You beast!”
He half rose; made a half grab at her.
She stepped back a pace; something in her action reminded him of that stinging blow she had dealt him in the library; he dropped back to his seat and she turned and fled up the path whither Angela and David had toddled.
IV.
It was while Bob sat gazing after her, indeterminate, that he felt a hand from behind the seat upon his shoulder; looked up to see a tall young man, fresh faced, but fury-browed, regarding him.
“What's your name?” asked George.
“What the devil's that to do with you?”
The tone of the first question had been of passion restrained. The passion broke now from between George's clenched teeth, flamed in his eyes.
He tightened his grip upon the other's shoulder so that he pinched the flesh.