“Don’t you dare!” she cried.
The outraged woman in her, curbed all evening with an iron bit, escaped from control. Delightedly he laughed. The hot spirit in her pleased him mightily. He took her little hands and held them in one of his while he smiled down at her. “I guess that kiss will keep, my girl, till I come back.”
“My God! Are you going to kill your own cousin?”
All her terror, all her detestation and hatred of him, looked haggardly out of her unmasked face. His narrowed eyes searched her heart, and his countenance grew every second more sinister,
“Y’u have been fooling me all evening, then?”
“Yes, and hating you every minute of the time.”
“Y’u dared?” His face was black with rage.
“You would like to kill me. Why don’t you?”
“Because I know a better revenge. I’m going out to take it now. After your lover is dead, I’ll come back and make love to y’u again,” he sneered.
“Never!” She stood before him like a queen in her lissom, brave, defiant youth. “And as for your cousin, you may kill him, but you can’t destroy his contempt for you. He will die despising you for a coward and a scoundrel.”