A rod or so away she pulled up and turned to face him, but the words she would have spoken stuck in her throat.

She had never seen Carl Douglas look like that; she had seen him when he was furious, she had seen him when he sulked, but she had never seen him look like that.
He called her to come back.

He made threats of what he would do if she refused to obey him.

He shook his fist at her.

He behaved like a man temporarily robbed of his reason; his eyes, as he came up glaring at her, were the eyes of a madman.
Jean felt a tremor of dread while she looked at him and listened to him.