If they found me here I couldn't start a fight.

You might be hurt.

Then--the fact of my being here--" I did not finish what I meant, but instead made a step toward the door.
Sally was on me like a little whirlwind, white of face and dark of eye, with a resoluteness I could not have deemed her capable of.

She was as strong and supple as a panther, too.

But she need not have been either resolute or strong, for the clasp of her arms, the feel of her warm breast as she pressed me back were enough to make me weak as water.