The House of The Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne Chapter 15 Page 13

cried Hepzibah, provoked only to intenser indignation by this outgush of the inestimable tenderness of a stern nature, — ”in God’s name, whom you insult, and whose power I could almost question, since he hears you utter so many false words without palsying your tongue, — give over, I beseech you, this loathsome pretence of affection for your victim!

You hate him! Say so, like a man! You cherish, at this moment, some black purpose against him in your heart! Speak it out, at once! — or, if you hope so to promote it better, hide it till you can triumph in its success! But never speak again of your love for my poor brother. I cannot bear it! It will drive me beyond a woman’s decency! It will drive me mad! Forbear. Not another word! It will make me spurn you!”