He was more astonished than he could realise or express, but he was really troubled to see her cry.
"Oh, don't 'Eliza' me!" she cried, angrily.

"You said you were going to go--go--go--I tell you, go! What business is it of yours, I'd like to know, to mention Mr.Bates to me?
You've no business with either him or me." "Upon my word! I'll take my gospel oath I've said no more than I do believe." "I dare say not.

You don't know what an honest man is, so how could you believe in one ?" "I've a real soft heart; I hate to see you cry, Eliza." "Well, Mr.Bates hasn't a soft heart at all; he's as unkind as can be; but he's as much above you, with all your softness, as light is above boot blacking." She was not good-looking in her tears.

She was not modest in her anger; all the crude rude elements of her nature broke forth.

She wrenched the door open although with obstinate strength he tried to keep it shut, desiring stupidly to comfort her.