‘Then why have you come back at ALL?’ cried Halliday, his voice rising to a kind of squeal.
‘She comes as she likes,’ said Birkin. ‘Are you going to sit down, or are you not?’
‘No, I won’t sit down with Pussum,’ cried Halliday.
‘I won’t hurt you, you needn’t be afraid,’ she said to him, very curtly, and yet with a sort of protectiveness towards him, in her voice.
Halliday came and sat at the table, putting his hand on his heart, and crying:
‘Oh, it’s given me such a turn! Pussum, I wish you wouldn’t do these things. Why did you come back?’
‘Not for anything from you,’