She remained silent for a minute, then she said, “All right, I’ll give it to you.”
“That a promise?”
“Yes… yes, you beast.”
He grunted and released her. She sat up, her face white and drawn. Her eyes were glittering with hate. He was quite startled to see how vicious she could look.
“Get going,” he said, suddenly losing his good temper.
She said, “Get out of the room. I have to undress.”
He shook his head. “Be your age,” he said, “I don’t trust you.
She got off the bed, and stood, her hair ruffled, her green silk dress crumpled, and battle in her eye.
“I’m not getting undressed with a heel like you looking on,” she said.
Duffy went over to the door and turned the key. He took the key out and put it in his pocket.