"Oh, no, I ain't;" she went on in suppressed fury. "I've slaved for you when you was sober, and when you was drunk. I've stood your kicks and I've stood your dirty talk, and I've stood for the way you treats them there dogs. And d'you know why I've stood for it,—say, do you?"
His hands clenched at his sides. Their knuckles showed white against the soiled dark skin.
"No—and what's more—"
She interrupted him.
"I've stood for it all because I knowed that any time—Any time, mind you,—I could clear out. Whenever I likes I can get up and,—go!"
"You wouldn't dare;—you ain't got the nerve!"
"I have—; I have,—too."
"Where'd you go,—huh?"
"I'd get away from you,—all right."
"What'd you do?"