“And you ran away?”
“What else could I do?”
“And he pursued you again?”
“There isn’t any doubt of it—though his dreadful face hasn’t appeared to me as yet.”
“You had the nerve, it seems, to travel down here all alone?”
“I borrowed it. Sometimes now, when the stuff runs warm in me, I feel almost as if I could turn upon him and defy him. I’m in the mood at this moment. Why doesn’t he come when I’m ready for him? Oh, the brute! The miserable, cowardly brute!”
He jumped to his feet, gnashing his teeth and shaking his fists convulsively in the air.
As he stood thus, the door of the room opened, and I turned to see my father fall forward upon his face, with a bitter cry.
CHAPTER XLIII.
ANOTHER RESPITE.
Jason stood looking stupidly down on the prostrate form, while I ran to it and struggled to turn it over and up into a sitting posture.