What are you afraid of ?" "No," she replied firmly, shaking her head vigorously.

Then, to show that she would remain where she was, she began to take off her clothes, throwing her silk dress over a chair.

She was quickly in only her chemise and petticoat.

Well, it was her own bed.

She wanted to sleep in her own bed and made two more attempts to reach a clean corner of the bed.
Lantier, having no intention of giving up, whispered things to her.
What a predicament she was in, with a louse of a husband that prevented her from crawling under her own blankets and a low skunk behind her just waiting to take advantage of the situation to possess her again.