And she works.

You don't.

Women like you take a man's soul and play with it, and when you've defiled and defaced it out of all likeness to the soul God gave him, you hand it back to him and think you clear yourself by saying you 'didn't mean it'!" The bitter speech, harsh with the deeply rooted pain and resentment which had prompted it, battered through Magda's weak defences and found her helpless and unarmed.

Once she had uttered a faint cry of protest, tried to check him, but he had not heeded it.

After that she had listened with bent head, her breath coming and going unevenly.
When he had finished, the face she lifted to him was white as milk and her mouth trembled.
"Thanks.