It was all for YOU, it was all for love of YOU, Betsy, my darling.

Listen to me!" In the fury, outraged sensibility, indignation, and infinite disgust that filled her little body at that moment, she should have been large, imperious, goddess-like, and commanding.

But God is at times ironical with suffering womanhood.

She could only writhe her hand from his grasp with childish contortions; she could only glare at him with eyes that were prettily and piquantly brilliant; she could only slap at his detaining hand with a plump and velvety palm, and when she found her voice it was high falsetto.

And all she could say was, "Leave me be, looney, or I'll scream!" He rose, with a weak, confused laugh, half of miserable affectation and half of real anger and shame.
"What did you come riding over here for, then?
What did you take all this risk for?
Why did you rush over here to share my disgrace--for YOU are as much mixed up with this now as I am--if you didn't calculate to share EVERYTHING ELSE with me?
What did you come here for, then, if not for ME ?" "What did I come here for ?" said Mrs.Baker, with every drop of red blood gone from her cheek and trembling lip.