"You can't go in tatters.
Please don't hinder me! I want to get it done." She spoke with a touch of sharpness, not feeling very kindly disposed towards him at the moment.

She was still somewhat agitated, and she wished with all her heart that he would go and leave her alone.
She almost said as much in the next, breath as he did not remove his hand.

"Why don't you go and shoot something?
There's plenty of time before supper." "What's the matter ?" said Burke.
"Nothing," she returned, trying to remove her work from his grasp.
"Nothing!" he echoed.

"Then why am I told not to be silly, not to hinder you, and to go and shoot something ?" Sylvia sat up in her chair, and faced him.

"If you must have it--I think you've been--rather brutal," she said, lifting her clear eyes to his.