(advancing with his hat on and switching his boot with riding crop)
Ha, my pretty one, we shall see—we shall see.
MARY
(in tears)
Oh, how can you, how can you? Was it not enough that you stole my youth, that you made me what I am?
DALTON
So, my proud beauty, your spirit is broken at last! And at last I have you within my power!
MARY
Oh, God, give me strength! If I were a man, I’d kill you! You are of the kind who drag women to the gutter.
DALTON