human
Ay! rave, and storm, and flash fire, my little tornado; but it will avail you nothing. You but beat the air with your breath, though, really, I do not know as it is useless, either, for you look so dazzlingly beautiful in your roused wrath, my dear inflammation of the heart, that you make me love you twice as much as ever.
gpt
You love me indeed! said Pet, contemptuously;
human
I don't see what awful crime any of my forefathers have ever done, that I'm compelled to stand up here, like patience on a monument, and listen to such stuff as that. I won't listen to it! I'll go and call that woman, I declare I will, and make her pack you off with a flea in your ear.
gpt
Not so fast, my pretty one, said Garnet, with his usual cold smile, as he put out his long arms and caught hold of Pet;
human
Madame Marguerite has gone away, and may not be back to-night. The men have all gone, too, but one, and he is lying under the table out there, dead drunk. How now, my little flame of fire? Does this damp your courage any?