As we have seen, it culminated in what threatened to be a riot.
The woman was frightened now—she trembled, and cowered behind her protector.
He stood up like a rock before her.
Twice his arm had shot out and on each occasion one of his assailants had gone down. They pressed him hard.
The bull fighter turned to the right and left and defended himself gallantly, while he shielded his companion as best he could.
It was a singular spectacle to be seen at a New York public ball.
When passion rules men’s minds their surroundings have no effect on them.
They would fight in a tomb, over the dead.
Seeing that in all probability the rascals would get the better of the man, Darrell pushed that way; at this moment one of the men grasped the lady by the wrist.
She screamed.