Rollison exclaimed, and grabbed her. In another second, he would be too late. Even as it was, he might be. He caught her arm and she tugged to get free, and when she couldn’t, twisted round and struck out at his face. Her fingers just missed his eyes, and involuntarily he closed them and slackened his grip. She was out in a flash. He moved as fast as he had ever moved in his life, and caught up with her before she could run. He slid an arm round her waist, as if to hug her, and people looking on could have what ideas they liked. “What’s all this?” he demanded sharply. “Let me go, or I’ll scream!” “Scream and I’ll call the police,” Rollison said with great deliberation; “I’ll tell them about Dutch Himmy and Wilf, and everything that goes with it.” Until that moment, Valerie was taut and struggling in his grip; suddenly, she stopped, and went almost limp.
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