I did...

I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it--" He clutched her arm, and then shook her with a sudden wave of fierce physical anger that was utterly unlike him, and, therefore, the more terrifying.
"You wicked, wicked--You beast, Mary!" She could only sob, her head hanging down.

He let her go.
"What barn was it ?" She described the place.
He gave her another look of contempt and then rushed off, running across the courtyard.
There was still no one in the hall; she could go up to her room without the fear of being disturbed.

She found the room, all white and black now with the gathering dusk.

Beyond the window the evening breeze was rustling in the dark trees of the garden and the boom of the sea could be heard faintly.