She lifted the stick slowly to bring it across his face, paused, and flung it on the floor.
"You tempt me to be as dirty as yourself," she said.

"But one woman has shown you mercy to-night, despising you.

Think of that, George Leicester." The door opened again and Mr.Rogers nodded to us.
"Hallo!" he exclaimed, perceiving the riding-crop on the floor.
"He can't run," said Miss Belcher nonchalantly.

"But he can stand now, I fancy--and walk, if you loosen his legs a bit.

He'll be wanted for a witness, won't he ?" "You're all wanted." Mr.Rogers helped Leicester to stand and slackened the bond about his ankles.