“I’ll slit his damned throat!” “No, you will not.” “Don’t you dare think to tell me what to do, you blasted son of a – ” “Your mouth cries for a good bar of soap, madam. Please refrain from such tawdry language, as I do not like it.” “I don’t give a bloody damn what you do or don’t like, you cad!” Refusing to be goaded, he dropped the cloth into the bowl of water and leaned forward, his eyes hard, intent, determined. “I said, enough.”
