"Answer me!" She started up and faced him, her face convulsed with rage.
"What do you want me to say?
Yes, you are rude--I hate you and your lot.

Go away from me; I don't want you; I hate you all." And she would have said more, but furious sobs swelled her throat and she could not speak, but dropped, face down, on the bunk and gripped the blankets in each hardset hand.

Over her Pierre leaned, utterly bewildered, found nothing that he could say, and then turned and strode, frowning, from the room.

Wilbur hastened after him and caught him just as the door was closing.
"Come back," he pleaded.

"This is the best game I've ever seen.