"Oh, my dear, you will submit!" Allen's voice sounded of excited promise. "Since you have neglected to bare children to your line with Brook, I (or any other of the Almighty), has the right to have you bare a child from him. This right I claim and demand from you, and by the law, even you cannot refuse." he took another stride to Dearborne and behind her she took hold of an empty vase.
"I am above the law, now leave or I shall call my husband!" she was terrified.
"Really? When Brook goes into his room, he can hear no one. So he finds out about this 3/4denial will be made, and without proof, you will not be believed." He made a final advance on her and took her into his arms.
She struggled them slammed him in the face with the vase. Yet, nothing happened. What's more, it seemed to have inspired him all the more.
He reached out for the part in her blouse, tore it then began to knead her exposed breasts.
Lloyd flew from the window when he saw that the vase did Allen no harm, and now forcibly threw him off from Dearborne. He stood in front of her and watched Allen pick himself up off the floor, several yards away.
The expression on Allen's face was dismay and fear. For a moment he thought that Brook had returned, but now he saw who it was.
"It's you. How can this be?" demanded Allen.
Lloyd gave him a heated glare. "My maker didn't want me, at that moment. And if you do not leave, he may want you, now!"
"Move away." commanded Allen. "This is not your affair!"