His blood turned black in his veins.

“What do you mean by such a thing? It's an arrant lie. I don't let you sleep — — ”

“But you don't. I sleep so well when I'm alone. And I can't sleep when you're there. You do something to me, you put a pressure on my head. And I must sleep, now the child is coming.”

“It's something in yourself,” he replied, “something wrong in you.”

Horrible in the extreme were these nocturnal combats, when all the world was asleep, and they two were alone, alone in the world, and repelling each other.

It was hardly to be borne.

He went and lay down alone.