I don't know what keeps me from hunting him up in his virtuous home and bashing his head in.

I can't bear the thought.

Listen to me, Flora! Do you hear what I am saying to you?
You are not so proud that you can't understand that I as a man have my pride too ?" He saw a tear glide down her white cheek from under each lowered eyelid.
Then, abruptly, she walked out of the cabin.

He stood for a moment, concentrated, reckoning his own strength, interrogating his heart, before he followed her hastily.

Already she had reached the wharf.
At the sound of his pursuing footsteps her strength failed her.