"You will not listen to reason.

A thing must be so just because you want it that way.

I rack my brains for words to save your feelings, and this is what I get! Very well, you shall have the bald truth." "Leave the house!" cried Colina.
"Not until I have spoken out!" She clapped her hands over her ears.
"That is childish!" he said scornfully.

"You can hear me! Throughout the whole north your father is called the slave-driver!" Colina faced him still and white.

This was the very incandescence of anger.