You are urging me to leave you.

You talk to me of God's will and God's voice, and you have no pity on me at all.

It is an excuse--a blind." He stood raging.

The very fact that he knew every word to be false made his energy the greater; for he could not have said it otherwise.
"You think that!" she whispered.
There, then, they stood, eyeing one another.

A stranger, coming suddenly upon them, would have said it was a lovers' tiff, and have laughed at it.