"I did it because I won't have them here." "They shall come," she quavered shrilly in her wildness.

"They shall come to see me.

They are my own father and mother, and I will have them." He caught her arm in such a grip that she must have thought he would break it, if she could have thought or felt anything.
"No, you will not have them," he ground forth between his teeth.

"You will do as I order you and learn to behave yourself as a decent married woman should.

You will learn to obey your husband and respect his wishes and control your devilish American temper." "They have gone--gone!" wailed Rosalie.