She was trembling as she stood, but she held her ground.
"Please!" she repeated with resolution.
With an abrupt movement he put the weapon into her hand.

"Are you going to give me a taste ?" he asked.
She uttered a queer little gasping laugh.

"No.

I--I'm not that sort.
But--it's horrible to see a man lose control of himself.

And to thrash a dog--like that!" She turned sharply from him and went to the Dalmatian who crouched quaking on the path.