You couldn't have told me in the first place, could you?
You had to make me out wrong until it was too late.

Now you come sneaking around with your information and your talk about what you have done." Drouet had never suspected this side of Carrie's nature.

She was alive with feeling, her eyes snapping, her lips quivering, her whole body sensible of the injury she felt, and partaking of her wrath.
"Who's sneaking ?" he asked, mildly conscious of error on his part, but certain that he was wronged.
"You are," stamped Carrie.

"You're a horrid, conceited coward, that's what you are.

If you had any sense of manhood in you, you wouldn't have thought of doing any such thing." The drummer stared.
"I'm not a coward," he said.