Your hands were wet, d'you remember, and you never said a word until I gave you a bit of bread, and then you said, 'Human Beings!'" "And I thought you--a prig," she recollected.

"No; that's not quite it.
There were the ants who stole the tongue, and I thought you and St.John were like those ants--very big, very ugly, very energetic, with all your virtues on your backs.

However, when I talked to you I liked you--" "You fell in love with me," he corrected her.

"You were in love with me all the time, only you didn't know it." "No, I never fell in love with you," she asserted.
"Rachel--what a lie--didn't you sit here looking at my window--didn't you wander about the hotel like an owl in the sun-- ?" "No," she repeated, "I never fell in love, if falling in love is what people say it is, and it's the world that tells the lies and I tell the truth.

Oh, what lies--what lies!" She crumpled together a handful of letters from Evelyn M., from Mr.
Pepper, from Mrs.Thornbury and Miss Allan, and Susan Warrington.