There was a quivering movement in Claire's throat as she choked down a
sob: she rose, and walked down the carriage to the seat opposite
Tinker, farthest from Courtnay. Slowly collecting his wits, Courtnay
grew eloquent and ran through the whole gamut of the emotions proper to
the occasion: honourable indignation, and passion so deep as to be
ready to forgive even this heart-breaking distrust. She listened to
him in silence with an unchanging face, her lips set thin, her sombre
eyes gazing straight before her.
Suddenly despair seized Courtnay, and he gave the rein to the fury
which he had been repressing with such difficulty. "At any rate, I'll
be even with you, you young dog!" he cried savagely. "I'm going to
throw you out of the train!"
"Oh, no; you're not!" said Tinker pleasantly. "By the time you've
thrown Blazer out there won't be enough of you left to throw me out."
Courtnay jumped up with a demonstrative hostility; Tinker hissed; with
an angry snarl Blazer drew in his tongue and put out his teeth, and
Courtnay sat down. For a while he was silent, seeking for an object to
vent his rage on; they could hear him grinding his teeth. Then he
burst out at Claire, taunting, jeering, and abusing.
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