Do not think of us!" Oh, bitter! But he remembered how the scalding liquor had fallen on the tender skin.

"I have said it," he muttered hoarsely.

"I have said it," and by a movement of his hand, pathetic enough had any understood it, he seemed to withdraw himself and his opposition.
But when, obedient to Basterga's eye, the girl moved to Gentilis' side and bent her cheek--which flamed, not by reason of Gentilis or the coming kisses, but of Claude's presence and his cry for her--he could not bear it.

He could not stay and see it, though to go was to abandon her perhaps to worse treatment.

He rose with a cry and snatched his cap, and tore open the door.