"I could shake you!" she cried, trembling with passion.
"Why?"
"Let a man like him do as he likes with you."
"You can go back to him if he triumphs," he said.
"Do you want me to hate you?" she asked.
"Well, I only tell you," he said.
"And you say you love me!" she exclaimed, low and indignant.
"Ought I to slay him to please you?" he said. "But if I did, see what a hold he'd have over me."
"Do you think I'm a fool?" she exclaimed.
"Not at all. But you don't understand me, my dear."