I will hate you if you utter another word, and I don't want to hate you, Braden.

I want to go on loving you all my life.

I _must_ go on loving you." "You have my consent," he said, ironically, bowing low before her.
"Humanity compels me to grant you all the consolation you can find in deceiving yourself." "Wait!" she cried out, as he turned toward the door.

"I--I am hurt, Braden.
Can't you see how you have hurt me?
Won't you--" "Of course, you are hurt!" he shouted.

"You squeal when you are hurt.