Just you send those proofs straight back to the publisher.

If you let her persuade you to change one word, as true as I'm standing here, I'll tell her the whole thing, and damn the consequences!" My exquisite Barbara's rare "damns" were oaths in the strictest sense.
They connoted the most irrefragable of obligations.

She would no more think of breaking a "damn" than her marriage vows or a baby's neck.
"Of course, I'm not going to let her touch the thing," said Jaffery.
"But I don't want her to look on me as a bullying brute." "It would be better, both for you and her, if she did," snapped Barbara.
"The ordinary woman's like the dog and the walnut tree.

It's only the exceptional woman that can take command." I, who had been sitting calm, on the low parapet beneath the tenderly sprouting wistaria arbour, broke my philosophic silence.
"Observe the exceptional woman," said I.
* * * * * For a day or so Doria stood upon her dignity, treating Jaffery with cold politeness.

In the mornings she allowed him to wrap her up in her garden chair and attend to her comforts, and then, settled down, she would open a volume of Tolstoi and courteously signify his dismissal.