"You are a coward if you go now, Larry! You are afraid to take your revenge!"
He coloured like a girl, and gave a half-angry, half-embarrassed laugh.
"Don't say that, Clo!"
"Then will you play?"
"I—I oughtn't to."
Again Clodagh laughed—a laugh so nervous and high-pitched that it rang almost harshly across the room.
"Then you're not an Asshlin!"
"Am I not?" He tilted his chair forward, and leaned upon the table. "Let's see! Come along! I'm game for anything after that!"
There was a new note in his voice—a fiery note, that seemed to challenge fate and throw reason to the winds.
It stirred some latent power in Clodagh's brain. A faint colour crossed the pallor of her face; she half rose from her seat.