Even Keyork's unexpected appearance could not have so fired her wrath.

Keyork might have laughed at her afterwards, but her failure would have been no triumph to him.

Was not Keyork enlisted on her side, ready to help her at all times, by word or deed, in accordance with the terms of their agreement?
But of all men Kafka, whom she had so wronged, was the one man who should have been ignorant of her defeat and miserable shame.
"Go!" she cried, with a gesture of command.

Her eyes flashed and her extended hand trembled.
There was such concentrated fury in a single word that the Wanderer started in surprise, ignorant as he was of the true state of things.
"You are uselessly unkind," he said gravely.

"The poor man is mad.