He felt like a brute.
“Good-by!” she said, holding out her slender hand and smiling pitifully. “Good-by, my dear!”
He grasped her hand.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
She looked at him steadily.
“Good-by!”
“No—look here! You won’t do anything reckless?”
“I shall have to carry out my plans. Good-by!”
“I sha’n’t let you go like this!”
“Please let go of my hand! There’s some one coming!”