She turned her face aside, in disgust of his reeking breath.
"And what'll you do? Tell me that!"
"I'll leave you—"
"You betcha life you'll leave me. I knew that before you come into this room!"
"And I'm sorry I didn't go long ago—"
"The hell you are!" In a gust of uncontrollable frenzy, Quard struck her sharply over the mouth. "You go—d'you hear?—you damn'——"
In blind fury Joan flung herself upon him, sobbing, biting, scratching, kicking. He reeled back before that unexpected assault, then, sobered a trifle by its viciousness, caught her wrists, held her helpless for an instant, and threw her violently from him. She fell to her knees, lurched over on her side....
The door slammed: he was gone.