You're a danger, a trap.

You have no respect for yourself and none for friendship.

Loyalty?
You don't know the meaning of the word.

You're not to be trusted out of sight.

I despise you and never want to see you again." Could this be Alice,--this little fury, white and tense, with clenched hands and glinting eyes, animal-like in her fierce protectiveness?
Joan looked at her in amazement.