"You're forcing me to run away from you—to run away as I did from the others," she said.
He staggered before the blow.
"Not that!" he cried hoarsely.
"I'm going home," she ran on. "I'm going back to my little farm, where I started."
"You're running away—from me?"
"I must go right off."
She looked around as if for Marie. It was as if she were about to start that second.
"Where is Marie?" she asked dully.
She made for the door.
"Marjory," he called after her. "Don't do that!"