He loved her and, after being repelled with such cruelty, his love would simply go on increasing.

He was sure of that.
A nervous tremor made Freya's voice sharp and cutting, and her eyes took on a dangerous gleam.

She looked at her companion as though he were an enemy whose death she longed for.
"Very well, then, if you must know it.

I abominate all men; I abominate them, because I know them so well.

I would like the death of all of them, of every one!...