If she simply brushed past him and went back to her chair on the lee side, he would follow her and go on talking to her as if nothing had happened; and she knew that in that case she would lose control of herself before Griggs and Miss More.
'Oh, well,' he went on, 'if you don't want the book, I don't.

I can't read novels myself, and I daresay it's trash anyhow.' Thereupon, with a quick movement of his arm and hand, he sent Mr.
Lushington's latest novel flying over the lee rail, fully thirty feet away, and it dropped out of sight into the grey waves.

He had been a good baseball pitcher in his youth.
Margaret bit her lip and her eyes flashed.
'You are quite the most disgustingly brutal person I ever met,' she said, no longer able to keep down her anger.
'No,' he answered calmly.

'I'm not brutal; I'm only logical.

I took a great deal of trouble to get that book for you because I thought it would give you pleasure, and it wasn't a particularly legal transaction by which I got it either.