But there will be--no more of your intimacy with him.

You're my wife,--in spite of hell,--and from now on--I'll see--that you are true--to me.

Your sickening pose--of modesty in dress shall be something--more than a pose.

For the little time I have left,--I'll have--you to--myself or I'll kill you." His reference to her refusal to uncover her shoulders in public broke the woman's calm and aroused her to a cold fury.

Springing to her feet, she stood over him as he sat huddled in his chair, exhausted by his effort.
"What is your silly, idle threat beside the fact," she said with stinging scorn.