"What have you had enough of?
Of me and your children?
It's a nice manly thing to say.

Haven't I loved you?
Haven't I loved you for twelve years, and worked and slaved for you and tried to keep you right?
Heaven knows where you'd have been but for me, evil as you are at the bottom.

You're evil, that's what it is--and weak.

You're too weak to love a woman and give her what she wants: too weak.

Unmanly and cowardly, he runs away." "No wonder," he said.
"No," she cried.