 Oh, I'm a great coward, surely, to be coming back to speak with you at all. You've a right to laugh at me. I ain't laughing at you, Matt. You to be what you are, and me to be Matt Burke, and me to be drove back to look at you again. It is black shame on me. Then get out. No one's holding you. And me to listen to that talk from a woman like you and be frightened to close her mouth with a slap. Oh, God help me, I'm a yellow coward for all men to spit at. But I'll not be getting out of this till I've had my word. And let you look how you drive me.