"It's false!"
He had to exercise all his powers of self-restraint to refrain from kicking her into a jelly.
"I saw it! Confess it's true, or I'll kill you."
"No, no, no! It's not true."
Then, when at length she had got upon her feet again, she grew insolent and irritating, resolved to bring her power into full play.
"Besides, what's it got to do with you?" she asked. "Am I your wife? As you don't choose that I should sleep in your bed, I'm free to lie where I like."
She spoke with her dove-like coo, as if in lascivious raillery.
"Come, move out of the way! Let me go down. I'll leave this evening."
"This instant!"
"No, this evening. Wait and think it over."