I'm perfectly certain you don't belong to me, and as for him--" "Stop!" the girl cried.
The woman nodded.
"Quite right," she said.

"I didn't mean to mention him.

I won't again.
But we are different, aren't we?
I wonder why you stay with me.

I wonder you don't go and make a home for yourself somewhere.

I know that you hate all the things I do, and care for, and all my friends.