“You condemn me unheard?”
“I condemn you? No, the law will condemn you, if you are condemned.”
“Then I, too,” she answered, with a beating heart—for indignation almost choked her—“have said all that I propose to say. All!”
“Think! Think, girl!” he cried.
She was silent.
He closed his watch with a sharp, clicking sound, and put it in his fob.
“You will not speak?” he said.
“No!”
Then passion, long restrained, long kept under, swept him away. He took a stride forward, and before she guessed what he would be at, he had seized her wrist, gripping it cruelly.
“But you shall!—you shall!” he cried. His face full of passion was close to hers, he pressed her a pace backwards. “You vixen! Speak now!” he cried. “Speak!”