Do you think I could love you if I felt you had forced me to murder her?
Heaven knows I've done enough--I've married you fair and square, and you ought to be satisfied." "I am satisfied," she replied on the point of tears, "but, oh, Jonathan, I'm not happy." "Then it's your own fault," he answered, still annoyed with her.

"You've had everything your own way, and just because I get in trouble and come to you for sympathy, you begin to nag.

For God's sake, don't become a nagging woman, Blossom.

A man hates her worse than poison." "O Jonathan!" she cried out sharply, placing her hand on her breast as though he had stabbed her.
"Of course, I'm only warning you.

Your great charm is poise--I never saw a woman who had so much of it.