Now Hora seemed to be considering her appeal, and her face brightened with hope as she gazed eagerly on his face. He responded with a smile.
"It is lucky for you that I thought of coming and looking for you here," he said. "Whatever you have done or left undone would not deserve such a fate as that."
He indicated the man at his elbow with a gesture of scorn.
"You will take me home again." The relief was so great that she could scarcely believe it.
"Yes, come along. It is getting late."
An angry growl arrested him.
"No, you don't," said Hagan.
The veins of the bully's forehead were swollen and his fists clenched.
"Get out of the way," said Hora, in the tone he would have used to a cur in the street, and, as the man did not stir, he caught him by the arm and thrust him aside so violently that he crashed against the opposite wall.
"Come, Myra," said Hora.