" Let me pass, Marcus,” Pauline was saying. “I’m telling you, now.” “What he got on you?” Marcus said. “What’s the matter with you, woman?” “I’m telling you, let me pass,” Pauline said. “What’s the matter with you?” he said. “I been working up there all night like a slave, like a dog—and all on ’count of him. What’s the matter with you?” “I’m telling you,” she said. “Let me pass.” He moved closer. “Don’t you put your hands on me,” she said. “I mean it, don’t you put your hands on me, you killer.” He hit her and knocked her down. She got up. “If I tell him, he’ll kill you for this. He’ll kill you.” “You white man bitch,” he said. He hit her again. She fell again. “Leave that woman ’lone, boy,” Pa Bully hollered at him. “Mr. Grant,” Aunt Ca’line said, warningly. “You hear me out there, boy?” Pa Bully called. Pauline was up again. “You bitch,” Marcus said to her. “You bloody whore.” She was running toward the gate now. “You whore,” he called to her. She was running in the yard now. She ran in the house and locked the door. He stood there a while looking at the house; then he went on. "

― Ernest J. Gaines , Of Love and Dust