"What right have you to ask the question?
Am I not free to do as I please ?" He stood looking at her, meditating his next words with a sudden and sinister change to self-restraint.

Suppressed rage was in his rigidly set eyes, suppressed rage was in his trembling hand as he raised it emphatically while he spoke his next words.
"I have one thing more to say," he answered, "and then I have done.

If I am not your husband, no other man shall be.

Look well to it, Isabel Miller.

If there _is_ another man between us, I can tell him this--he shall find it no easy matter to rob me of you!" She started, and turned pale--but it was only for a moment.