'I cannot attend to this now,' said he, disengaging himself from her grasp. But she again seized him.
'Unsay what you said!' she exclaimed. Her anger was rising and overmastering her grief. 'Unsay those ugly words—that I am the dirt under your feet.'
'I said—but never mind. I regret that you overheard me use such an expression.'
'That is not unsaying it.'
Kainie came up and struck Zita with the full force of her heavy hand across the face.
'Take that,' she said; 'I have owed it you. Now the debt is repaid.'
Then she stepped on the ice with a 'Mark, I am ready.'
'Go!' cried Zita in towering wrath, stung with pain, maddened with humiliation. 'Go—go under the ice, both of you! I care not! I care not!'