When she lifted it to her lips, she suddenly put it back in the plate.

"I can't," she said.
"You've got to," ordered he.

"I won't have you acting this way." "I can't," she repeated monotonously.

"I feel sick." Nature had luckily so made her that it was impossible for her to swallow when her nerves were upset or when she was tired; thus, she would not have the physical woes that aggravate and prolong mental disturbance if food is taken at times when it instantly turns to poison.
He repeated his order in a still more savage tone.

She put her elbows on the table, rested her head wearily upon her hands, shook her head.