"I'd rather live with you, you beautiful thing! Why do you want to kill us both?"
She tore herself from his arms. "I can't help myself. This is only torment."
"But why? why? I'm of age. I have a right to know, to judge for myself. What comes between us?"
"I cannot tell you."
"And do you expect me to let you go on your mere say-so? No, by God! Not while I live!"
"You must let me go!"
"Is it a sin for you to love me?"
"It is impossible."
"That's not answering my question. Have you a husband?"
"Certainly not!" she said indignantly.