'Oh, how can I?
Why, what harm have I done, Willis?
I'm sure I shan't beg her pardon.' 'You won't?
If you talk to me in that way you shall go down on your knees before her.

You won't ?' His voice had such concentrated savagery in its suppression that Alice shrank back in terror.
'Willis! How can you speak so! What have I done ?' 'You've made a confounded fool of yourself, and most likely spoilt the last chance you had, if you want to know.

In future, when I say a thing understand that I mean it; I don't give orders for nothing.

Go and find her and beg her pardon.

I'll wait here till you've done it.' 'But I _can't_! Willis, you won't force me to do that?
I'd rather die than humble myself to her.' 'Do you hear me ?' She stood up, almost driven to bay.