Thank God I have done with these people and their disgusting shibboleth of respectability." "You are a little violent," he remarked.
"Pshaw!" She flashed a look of scorn upon him.

"You don't understand! How should you, you are of their kidney--you're only half a man.
Thank God that my mother was of the people! I'd have died to have gone smirking through life with a brick for a heart and milk and water in my veins! Of all the stupid pieces of brutality I ever heard of, this is the most callous and the most heartbreaking." "It was a great mistake," he said, "but I believe they did it for the best." She sat down with a little gesture of despair.
"I really think you'd better go away, Cecil," she said.

"You exasperate me too horribly.

I shall strike you or throw something at you soon.

Did it for the best! What a miserable whine! Poor dear old dad, to think that they should have done this thing." She buried her face in her handkerchief and sobbed for the second time since her childhood.