"It will be better for you." "Will it be worse for me if I don't ?" she laughed feverishly.

"And how will it be better for you if I do?
I know you are in it." He lost his temper and was indiscreet, as his temper continually betrayed him into being.
"Yes, I am in it," he said through his teeth, "as you might have the sense to see.

Everything is the better for us that throws us with them, and makes them familiar with the thought of us and our rights." "Our rights," the words were a shrill taunt.
"What rights have you, likely to be recognised, unless you kill her.

Are you going to kill her ?" He had a moment of insanity.
"I'd kill her and you too if it was safe to do it.

You both deserve it!" He flung across the room, having lost his wits as well as his temper.
But a second later both came back to him as in a revulsion of feeling.
"I talk like a melodramatic fool," he cried.