I mean that by your hateful and contemptible brutality you have driven her from you for ever.
I mean that you have forced her into taking a step that will compel you to set her free from your tyranny.

I mean that simply and solely to escape from you she has run away with--another man." A quiver of pain went over her face as she ended.

With a swift, passionate movement she rose, flinging her mask of composure aside.

The hand that gripped her wrist was bruising her flesh, but she never felt it.
"Yes," she said, with abrupt vehemence.

"That is what you have done--you--you! You would not stoop to win her.