"For a man you're a precious fool! I don't think I want to see you again.

You don't improve.

You're full of horrid impulses." Her indignation came back.

"How dare you put your arm around me!" "It was the impulse of my heart.

I can say no more; if I could I would.
There's something I should like to tell you, but I mustn't." He put the apple down.
"About the other woman, I suppose," she said coldly, the hot indignation gone from her lips.
He looked her steadfastly in the eyes.