I was on my way out of that library.
"Here!" shouted Colton.

"Stop!" I did not stop.

Feeling as I did at that moment it would have been distinctly unpleasant for the person who tried to stop me.

The girl was in my way and, as I approached, she drew her skirts aside.

No doubt it was my imagination which made her manner of doing it seem like an insult, but, imagination or reality, it was the one thing necessary to clench my resolution.