"I am going to lift you over the stile, and then you shall give me a kiss for it." He flung his arms about me and I closed my eyes while I tried to push him away.

I felt his breath on my face, and my loathing of him was so great that it made me physically incapable of resistance.

I uttered one cry, but I felt that there was no body of sound in it to carry it even if anybody had been near.

But suddenly I heard a furious growl, and I felt myself released.
"Damn the brute! She has bitten me," he said furiously.
And there he was with the blood running down his hand, while my brave old dog stood by ready to defend me against all the world..