But she did know him; she comprehended fully the slumbering tiger within, the lurking spirit of vindictiveness of his real nature, and that knowledge overcame her, left her weak and trembling like a frightened child.

For an instant she could not articulate, staring at him with white face and horrified eyes.
"You--you mean that ?" and for the first time she clasped his loose coat between her clutching fingers.
"It is hardly a subject to be deliberately selected for jest," he replied coolly, "but if you prefer you might wait and see." She stepped back from him, leaning heavily against the frame of the door, her face again hidden behind uplifted hands.

The man did not move, his face emotionless, his lips tightly set.

He was watching her with the intentness of a hawk, absolutely certain now of his victim.
Suddenly she looked up, her eyes picturing the courage of desperation.
One glance into his face and the woman stood transformed, at bay, the fierce spirit of battle flaming into her face.
"Have it so, then," she exclaimed sharply.

"I pledge myself to do everything possible to prevent his remaining here." She drew herself up, her eyes darkening from sudden, uncontrollable anger.