It frightened her.
"Do not be afraid of me," he begged. "You cannot say anything I do not
know already." He walked to the door, and the girl followed him.
"Don't go, Arpad," she said with pretty remorse.
The fire blazed in his eyes and with a single swift grasp he seized her,
holding her aloft like a torch. Lora almost lost consciousness. She had
not counted upon such barbarous wooing, and, frightened, cried out,
"Nielje, Nielje!"
Nielje burst into the room as if she had been very near the keyhole.
She was a powerful woman from Holland, who did not fear an army.
"Put her down!" she insisted, in her deepest gutturals. "Put her down,
you brute, or I'll hurt you."
Lora jumped to the floor as Nielje struck with her broomstick at Arpad's
retreating back. To the surprise of the women he gave a shriek of agony
and ran to the door, Nielje following close behind. Lora, her eyes
strained with excitement, did not stir; she heard a struggle in the
little hall as the man fumbled at the basement entrance. Again he
yelled, and then Lora rushed to the window.
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