"If you'd lived with me seven centuries you'd have had no right to try to keep a man back from the Army."
"I'm trying to keep a man's brain for my country."
"You lie. It's my body you're trying to keep for yourself. As you did when I was going to Ireland."
"Oh, then--I tried to stop you from being a traitor to England. They'd have hanged you, my dear, for that."
"Traitor? It's women like you that are the traitors. My God, if there was a Government in this country that could govern, you'd be strung up in a row, all of you, and hanged."
"No wonder you think you're cut out for a soldier. You're cruel enough."
"You're cruel. I'd rather be hanged than live with you a day longer after what you've done. A Frenchman shot his wife the other day for less than that."
"What was 'less than that'?" she said.
"She crawled after him to the camp, like a bitch.
"He sent her away and she came again and again. He had to shoot her."