trollable rage.] You was too making fun of him! And I ain’t going to stand for it! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! A fine one you be! [Robert stares at her in amazement. She continues furiously.] A fine one to talk about anyone else—after the way you’ve ruined everything with your lazy loafing!—and the stupid way you do things!
Robert—[Angrily.] Stop that kind of talk, do you hear?
Ruth—You findin’ fault—with your own brother who’s ten times the man you ever was or ever will be—a thing like you to be talking. You’re jealous, that’s what! Jealous because he’s made a man of himself, while you’re nothing but a—but a——— [She stutters incoherently, overcome by rage.]
Robert—Ruth! Ruth! Don’t you dare! You’ll be sorry for talking like that.
Ruth—I won’t! I won’t never be sorry! I’m only saying what I’ve been thinking for years.
Robert—[Aghast.] Ruth! You can’t mean that!
Ruth—What do you think—living with a man like you—having to suffer all the time because you’ve never been man enough to work and do things like other people. But no! You never own up to that. You think you’re so much better than other folks, with your college education, where you never learned a thing, and always reading your stupid books instead of working. I s’pose you think I ought to be proud to be your wife—a poor, ignorant thing like me! [Fiercely.] But I’m not. I hate it! I hate the sight
