"You _can_ do nothing now.

As she has made her bed, so she must lie." Her words were torture to him.

He sprang from his bed, and proceeded to pull on his clothes.

Terrified at the wildness of his looks, his mother fled from the room, but only to watch at the door.
Scarcely could Godfrey dress himself for agitation; brain and heart seemed to mingle in chaotic confusion.

Anger strove with unbelief, and indignation at his mother with the sense of bitter wrong from Letty.