"She is my wife," he said, in his slow, sibilant way.

"I shall not set her free.
And--wherever I go, she will go also." "If you can take her, you infernal blackguard!" Merryon threw at him.
"Now get out.

Do you hear?
Get out--if you don't want to be shot! Whatever happens to-morrow, I swear by God in heaven she shall not go with you to-night!" The uncontrolled violence of his speech was terrible.

His hold upon Puck was violent also, more violent than he knew.

Her whole body lay a throbbing weight upon him, and he was not even aware of it.
"Go!" he reiterated, with eyes of leaping flame.