"You CAN'T.

You CAN'T find anything real to bring against me, though you'd like to.

You'd like to be able to accuse me of something, but you CAN'T, because you know there isn't anything." She watched him, watched.

And he sat in the chair near the door, without moving.
"You're unnatural, that's what you are," she cried.

"You're unnatural.
You're not a man.