It's a cruel and bad world, I tell ye; it's going to destruction as fast as it can, and ye'd go with it." The girl shook with passion.

"I'd do nothing of the sort," she choked.
All the anger and dignity of her being were aroused, but it did not follow that she had any power to give them adequate utterance.

She turned from him, and, as she stood, the attitude of her whole figure spoke such incredulity, scorn, and anger, that the flow of hot-tempered arguments with which he was still ready to seek to persuade her reason, died on his lips.

He lost all self-control in increasing ill-temper.
"Ye may prance and ye may dance"-- he jerked the phrase between his teeth, using words wholly inapplicable to her attitude because he could not analyse its offensiveness sufficiently to find words that applied to it.

"Yes, prance and dance as much as ye like, but ye'll not go in the boat to-morrow if ye'd six fathers to bury instead of one, and ye'll not set foot out of this clearing, where I can look after ye.