With this he seized her and with both hands gripped the bodice of the dress and began to tear it down. But Sally, with a cry, kicked him hard in the shin, making him jerk back and howl with pain. Then, as he was rubbing his shin and grimacing, she made a break away from him and ran for the door, not knowing that the camouflaged little catch had already been thrown to block just such a maneuver.
By that time he had recovered, and seized her from behind; his left hand went around her waist, and the right hand ripped the dress down from the back of the neck and it fell into tattered shreds on the floor. Sally uttered a cry and twisted, trying to kick again, but this time he had mastered her. Lifting her up by the waist, he carried her, kicking wildly in the air and hitting out at him with he
