"And when you get this--this scoundrel will you go ?" The lieutenant, still speechless, bowed his assent.
"Then I would get him for you if I had to seek him in a burning fire," she burst out with intense energy.

"I hate the sight of your white faces.

I hate the sound of your gentle voices.

That is the way you speak to women, dropping sweet words before any pretty face.

I have heard your voices before.