Besides, he liked poker as well as he did dancing.
He resisted the pull on his arm by the mere negative mass of him, and said:-- "I sort of feel a hankering to give you-all a flutter." Again came the pull on his arm.

She was trying to pass the apron-string around him.

For the fraction of an instant he was a savage, dominated by the wave of fear and murder that rose up in him.
For that infinitesimal space of time he was to all purposes a frightened tiger filled with rage and terror at the apprehension of the trap.

Had he been no more than a savage, he would have leapt wildly from the place or else sprung upon her and destroyed her.

But in that same instant there stirred in him the generations of discipline by which man had become an inadequate social animal.