He had found Bob, made him drunk, when there was nothing to be gained by doing so, and sent him home like this.

The fellow was poison-mean, but she thought him rash.

He had struck her a cruel blow, but she did not mean to sit still and nurse the wound.

She must strike back with all the force she could use and make him sorry he had provoked her to fight.

Then, putting off her half-formed plans until next day, she went to bed..