Margaret suddenly laid down her napkin and rushed from the room, every nerve in her sick and quivering with the physical and moral disgust she felt
When before returning to his office Daniel went to their bedroom, where Margaret, weak and despairing, lay prone upon the bed, he found the door locked against him.
"I insist upon coming in, Margaret!"
"Go away!" she faintly called.
"Open the door!" he commanded.
"I won't! I can't! I don't dare to! I'm dangerous! Go away from me!"
"Get up and open this door!"
"If I did, I'd—I'd scratch you! Keep away from me!"