Ann Veronica. Герберт Уэллс

      Ann Veronica tried yet more earnestly to treat him, as she would treat any man, with an insistence upon her due of masculine respect. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. I am sorry to seem to disobey you, but I am. I wish” – she found she had embarked on a bad sentence – “I wish we needn’t have quarrelled.”

      She stopped abruptly, and turned about toward the front door. In a moment he was beside her. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. “I said you were” – he shouted – “NOT TO GO!”