still, though his supper was over; his tiny eyes, to which expectancy gave a phosphorescent glow; and the hot fulsome breath from his gaping chops, embellished with splendidly shining fangs and incisors; and that blond upstanding moustache of his:—I had all these close to my face. He was unsteadily leaning over, tilting his chair towards the sofa, touching and fingering the gauze trimming of my bodice, and seeking my lips with his.
My brain, intensely excited, showed me things as they were. But I half closed my eyes, and looked at him through the lids as though about to faint.
All would not do. … My mind was sober: its powers came into full play.
At that instant I drew back, and—with all the force of my rage, hate, despair, and revenge—revenge for everything and for us all—I dealt him a furious blow with my clenched fist, right between those phosphorescent greenish lustful eyes!
He reeled, and fell along with his chair on to the floor. Gina was at the door in a flash.
I flung down upon the table all the money I had by me, and, slamming the door behind us, rushed out in Gina's company.
