Good enough for you then, my man, when I cooked your dinner, washed your clothes, kept your house clean and bore your son, working to the last moment till my head swam and my knees tottered.

Truth! Truth, indeed! What is there but truth in my life, I'd like to know?
Have I ever told you a lie?
Have I ever looked at another man, or let one touch my fingers, since the day when you put that ring on?
And now--take it--and get out!" She wrenched her wedding ring from her finger and threw it upon the ground between them.

Her bosom was heaving; her cheeks were red and her eyes glittering.

Several wisps of her hair had been unable to stand the excitement and were hanging down.

The mauve bow had worked its way on to one side--very nearly under her ear.