You hurl insults, and go on fighting.

But it's nothing but a waste of energy, and only makes the whipping the more thorough." "You hateful American!" gasped Dot.

"As if--as if--we could be beaten!" She had struggled vainly for some seconds and was breathless.

She turned suddenly in his arms and placed her hands against his shoulders, forcing him from her.

Bertie instantly changed his position, seized her wrists, drew them outward, drew them upward, drew them behind his neck.
"And yet you love me," he said.