ABSTRACT
My courag e stil l sustaine d m y resolutio n no t t o cr y out , bu t only seeme d t o mak e hi m mor e angry .
" Sulky tempere d an d obstinate , by Jove!" h e continued , " we must dra w i t ou t o f you . Don' t think , Miss , I' m t o beate n b y a littl e wenc h lik e you ; tak e that , an d that , an d that," whisking me wit h stil l greate r energy , concluding with a tremendous whack which dre w u p th e ski n t o burstin g tension , an d I fel t anothe r like i t woul d mak e th e bloo d spur t forth, but he suddenly paused in hi s fury , a s i f fo r wan t o f breath , bu t a s I no w kno w to o well, onl y t o prolon g hi s ow n exquisit e pleasure .
