Consequently, although she had now ceased to struggle, he kept his arms locked around her, looking into her face with an interest intense enough, but more analytical than emotional, as though seeking to discover the meaning of this curious throbbing of his pulses.

She herself, as though exhausted, remained quite passive, shivering a little in his grasp and breathing like a hunted animal whose last hour has come.

Their eyes met; then she tore herself away.
"You are a hateful person," she said deliberately, "a hateful, interfering person.

I detest you." "I think that we will go down now," he replied.
He raised the trap-door and glanced at her significantly.

She held her skirts closely together and passed through it without looking at him.
She stepped lightly down the ladder and without hesitation descended also a flight of uncarpeted attic stairs.