Turn back again, I'm going to find them.' The women were frightened, his voice was so imperative and dangerous, almost mad, not to be opposed.
'No!' said Birkin.

'You can't.' There was a strange fluid compulsion in his voice.

Gerald was silent in a battle of wills.

It was as if he would kill the other man.

But Birkin rowed evenly and unswerving, with an inhuman inevitability.
'Why should you interfere ?' said Gerald, in hate.
Birkin did not answer.