He was very strong.

"Now will you stop," he insisted, "or do you want me to choke you quiet?
I will, if you don't.

You're out of your mind.

Stop, I tell you! So this is the way you carry on when things don't go to suit you ?" She was sobbing, struggling, moaning, half screaming, quite beside herself.
"Oh, you crazy fool!" he said, swinging her round, and with an effort getting out a handkerchief, which he forced over her face and in her mouth.

"There," he said, relievedly, "now will you shut up ?" holding her tight in an iron grip, he let her struggle and turn, quite ready to put an end to her breathing if necessary.
Now that he had conquered her, he continued to hold her tightly, stooping beside her on one knee, listening and meditating.