"I've not been bad.

I've squeezed a few; I've struck here and there; I've mauled my enemies, but I've been good to my own.

Why can't I run square with my own family ?" He was purple to the roots of his hair.
Savagery possessed him.

Life was testing him to the nth degree.

"I've been a good father, and a good husband! Why am I treated like this ?" She watched him silently.