"That car won't be able to move for several minutes; but we must leave nothing to chance," so he sank back into a seat, and permitted the driver to take them whither he listed.
Hermione's first words were not exactly those of a fair maid in utmost distress.
"Oh, how splendid it must be to feel sure that you are able to hit a wretch like Count Vassilan and knock him flat!" she cried.
Curtis was surprised.

He could not see her kindling eyes, her parted lips, the color which was suffusing forehead and cheeks, and he rather expected to hear subdued sobbing.
"I should hate to have you dislike me as thoroughly as you dislike that fellow," he said.
"I never could.

It cannot be in your nature to treat women as he treats them.

I do hope you have hurt him." "I am certain of that, at any rate," laughed Curtis.

"He impressed me as weighing a hundred and ninety pounds or thereabouts, and, if it will afford you the slightest gratification, I'll take the first opportunity to work out the approximate force required to drive back a moving body of that weight while traveling forward, say, fifteen miles an hour.
There are angles of resistance to be calculated, too, so it offers a decent problem.