half-chafing

Updated: May 21, 2025

Piers stood still before him, half-chafing, half-subdued. "Tell me!" Crowther said again. "Oh, what's the good?" With a defiance that was oddly boyish Piers flung the question. "I see I've applied in the wrong quarter. Let me go!" "I will not," Crowther said. Deliberately he raised a hand and pointed to the chair from which Piers had just sprung. "Sit down again, sonny, and we'll talk."

Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell - The Bars of Iron