Clare:
You can tell me to shut up. You can threaten me. But it won't do nothing. That girl you raped, whose husband and baby you murdered - that girl died. And you can't kill what's already dead.
Hawkins:
This woman's a lying thief. She's just upset because I caught her trying to steal my horse. I'll have you arrested, you drunken whore.
Clare:
I'm not your whore. I'm not your nightingale, your little bird, your dove. I'm not your anything. I belong to me and no one else!
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