She was trembling from head to foot.

He waited a moment, then: "You would sooner run away with Hugh Chesyl ?" he asked very bitterly.
Sheer pain drove her into speech.

"Oh, Jeff," she cried passionately, "don't make me hate you!" He started at that as an animal starts at the goad, and in an instant he took her suddenly and fiercely by the shoulders.

"Hate me, then! Hate me!" he said, and kissed her again savagely on her white, panting lips as he had kissed her the night before, showing no mercy.
She did not resist him.

Her strength was gone.