"Mr. Bines, you forget yourself. Really, this is—"
"Don't waste time. You can say all that needs to be said—I'll give you time for that before we start—but don't waste the time saying all those useless things. Don't waste time telling me I'm crazy. Perhaps I am. We can settle that later."
"Mr. Bines—how absurd! Oh! let me go! You're hurting my wrist! Oh!—don't—don't—don't! Oh!"
When he felt the slender wrist trying to writhe from his grasp he had closed upon it more tightly, and thrusting his other arm quickly behind her, had drawn her closely to him. Her cries and pleadings were being smothered down on his breast. Her struggles met only the unbending, pitiless resistance of steel.
"Don't waste time, I tell you—can't you understand? Be sensible,—talk if you must—only talk sense."
"Let me go at once—I demand it—quick—oh!"
"Take this hat off!"
He forced the wrist he had been holding down between them, so that she could not free the hand, and, with his own hand thus freed, he drew out the two long hat-pins and flung the hat with its storm-tossed cherries across the room. Still holding her tightly, he put the free hand on her brow and thrust her head back, so that she was forced to look up at him.
"Let me see you—I want to see your eyes—they're my eyes now."
Her head strained against his hand to be down again, and all her strength was exerted to be away. She found she could not move in any direction.