"Because I said I should like to give you a whipping?
But you would like to tar and feather me, I gather.
Isn't that even more barbarous ?" He watched the smoke ascend, with eyes screwed up, then, as she did not speak, looked down at her again.
She no longer stood in the sunlight, and the passing of the splendour seemed to have left her cold.

She looked rather small and pinched--there was even a hint of forlornness about her.

But she had learned her lesson.
As he looked at her, she clenched her hands, drew a deep breath, and spoke.

"Dr.Wyndham, I beg your pardon for hurting you, and for being rude to you.

I can't help my thoughts, of course, but I was wrong to put them into words.