Bareheaded, disheveled, white as chalk, with burning eyes and bleeding lips, she gazed at Kurt as if to make sure of her deliverance.
"Miss Anderson--if he's harmed you--" broke out Kurt, hoarsely.
"Oh!...

Don't kill him!...

He hasn't touched me," she replied, wildly.
"But your lips are bleeding." "Are they ?" She put a trembling hand to them.

"He--he struck me....
That's nothing...

But you--you have saved me--from God only knows what!" "I have! From him ?" demanded Kurt.