Her indignation was too great for passion; only irony or satire would meet the situation.

Her cold, cruel nature helped, and she did not shrink to subject this ignorant savage to the merciless fire-lash of her scorn.
Oolanga was dimly conscious that he was being flouted; but his anger was no less keen because of the measure of his ignorance.

So he gave way to it, as does a tortured beast.

He ground his great teeth together, raved, stamped, and swore in barbarous tongues and with barbarous imagery.

Even Lady Arabella felt that it was well she was within reach of help, or he might have offered her brutal violence--even have killed her.
"Am I to understand," she said with cold disdain, so much more effective to wound than hot passion, "that you are offering me your love?
Your--love ?" For reply he nodded his head.