A man betrays a woman; he doesn't
insult her. Ah, you admire Frank's affection; well, you shall imitate it.
You couldn't love me like a man; you shall love me like a dog."
"How will you manage that, pray? " he inquired with a sneer.
"I'll drive you mad."
She hissed this fiendish threat out between her white teeth.
"Ay, sir," she said, "hitherto your reason has only encountered men. You
shall see now what an insulted woman can do. A lunatic you shall be ere
long, and then I'll make you love me, dote on me, follow me about for a
smile: and then I'll leave off hating you, and love you once more, but
not the way I did five minutes ago."
At this furious threat Alfred ground his teeth, and said, "Then I give
you my honour that the moment I see my reason the least shaken, I'll kill
you: and so save myself from the degradation of being your lover on any
terms."
"Threaten your own sex with that," said the Archbold contemptuously; "you
may kill me whenever you like; and the sooner the better. Only, if you
don't do it very quickly, you shall be my property, my brain-sick,
love-sick slave.
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