Her hair came partly undone and fell down over her blowsy face.

He trod on Amy's gown, which had dropped from the girl's hand.
Then she felt the thing had gone far enough.
"Now, that'll do, that'll do," she said.
Since he still said nothing and brought his jaw close to her neck, she got angry.
"I told you, that'll do.

Stop, I say.

What's the matter with you ?" At length he let her go, and left, laughing a devilish laugh of shame and cynicism.
He went out, his passion still seething.

But it was not only the overwhelming instinct that was stirring in him.