“You ought to be killed, that’s what you ought,” said Annie, tensely. “You ought to be killed.” And there was a terrifying lust in her voice.
Polly was ceasing to laugh, and giving long-drawn Oh-h-hs and sighs as she came to herself.
“He’s got to choose,” she said vaguely.
“Oh, yes, he has,” said Laura, with vindictive decision.
“Do you hear—do you hear?” said Annie. And with a sharp movement, that made him wince, she turned his face to her.
“Do you hear?” she repeated, shaking him.
But he was quite dumb. She fetched him a sharp slap on the face. He started, and his eyes widened. Then his face darkened with defiance, after all.
“Do you hear?” she repeated.
He only looked at her with hostile eyes.
“Speak!” she said, putting her face devilishly near his.