Let go of me, Floyd. You are crushing my arms.
VANDERLIP
(Laughing savagely.)
Did you let go when you crushed me?
FREDA
(With blaze of defiance.)
You coward!
VANDERLIP
(Savagely.)
Were you less coward when you beat me down to my knees with your woman's wit, your woman's beauty, your woman's weapons? Your face is beautiful. Your body is beautiful. With these have you drawn me to you, making yourself soft and yielding, so that at a distance the very feel of you was soft and yielding—