His hand--drawn back to thrust--was suddenly caught, and ere he realized it the sword was wrenched from fingers that held it lightly, unprepared for this.
"You dog!" said the lady's voice, strident now with anger and disdain.
She had his sword.
He faced about with a horrible oath.

Mr.Caryll conceived that he was becoming a thought disgusting.
Hoofs and wheels ground on the cobbles of the yard and came to a halt outside, but went unheeded in the excitement of the moment.

Rotherby stood facing her, she facing him, the sword in her hand and a look in her eyes that promised she would use it upon him did he urge her.
A moment thus--of utter, breathless silence.

Then, as if her passion mounted and swept all aside, she raised the sword, and using it as a whip, she lashed him with it until at the third blow it rebounded to the table and was snapped.

Instinctively his lordship had put up his hands to save his face, and across one of them a red line grew and grew and oozed forth blood which spread to envelop it.
Gaskell advanced with a sharp cry of concern.