"I know! I know! I know!" she cried, with an uncontrollable impatience. "But—forgive me and forget all about it. I’m so sorry. What more can I say?"
"Did he—did you let him—kiss you?"
"Angelica!"
"Oh, but I’m sorry!" she cried desperately.
Eddie stood looking at the floor for an instant; then, with fierce suddenness, he caught her by the arm and pulled her forward, so that he could look into her face.
"Look here!" he shouted. "How far did this thing go?"
"It was nothing!" she cried.
"You said he kissed you. You said you were engaged to him. Some coarse, common brute of a workman mauling you—I know those people—I know their love-making. God, Angelica! You make me sick! You’ve no fineness, no—decency!" he cried.
He searched her face with eyes that terrified her.