How can you respect such people ?" "You might respect yourself, then," said the girl.

"Or perhaps that wouldn't be so easy, either." "No, it wouldn't.

I like to have you say these things to me," said Beaton, impartially.
"Well, I like to say them," Alma returned.
"They do me good." "Oh, I don't know that that was my motive." "There is no one like you--no one," said Beaton, as if apostrophizing her in her absence.

"To come from that house, with its assertions of money--you can hear it chink; you can smell the foul old banknotes; it stifles you--into an atmosphere like this, is like coming into another world." "Thank you," said Alma.

"I'm glad there isn't that unpleasant odor here; but I wish there was a little more of the chinking." "No, no! Don't say that!" he implored.