It came upon the button of a spring.

He pressed it, the door yielded, and, throwing it back, he stepped into the room-to see a woman struggling to resist the embraces and kisses of a man.

The face was that of the girl who had looked out of the panel in the mooshrabieh screen.
Then it was beautiful in its mirth and animation, now it was pale and terror-stricken, as with one free hand she fiercely beat the face pressed to hers.
The girl only had seen David enter.

The man was not conscious of his presence till he was seized and flung against the wall.

The violence of the impact brought down at his feet two weapons from the wall above him.