Two pink spots of indignation burned in her cheeks.

"How--how dare you say that!--after all that has been done--all that you have said.

You said you loved her; you _did_ say so--to _me_!" "I don't love her now." "But you did!" Tears of pure vexation started; she faced him, eye to eye, thoroughly incensed.
"What sort of man are you ?" she said under her breath.

"Your friend Mr.
Kerns is wrong.

You are not worth saving from yourself." "Kerns!" he repeated, angry and amazed.