As she turned contemptuously to pick up her cloak, he moved.
With a single stride he had reached her, and in an instant his hand was on her arm, his face was close to hers.

And then she saw, what she had been too self-engrossed to see before, that fire had kindled fire indeed, and that those rash words of hers had waked the savage in him.
She made a sharp, instinctive effort to free herself, but he held her fast.

She had outrun his patience at last.
"So," he said, "you defy me, do you?
You defy me to take what is my own?
That is not very wise of you." He spoke under his breath, and as he spoke he drew her to him suddenly, violently, with a strength that was brutal.

For a moment his eyes compelled hers, terrible eyes alight with a passion that scorched her with its fiery intensity.

And then abruptly his arms tightened.