I suppose that I've never loved anyone; yet I've cared more deeply than other men for every lovely thing I ever saw, and there's so little that hasn't loveliness in it.

I'd be ashamed not to have cared for the beauty in all the women I've made love to--but about this one--the most beautiful of all--I--------" "She will understand!" said Tom, quickly.
"She will--yes--she's wise and good.

If Fanchon knew, there wouldn't be even a memory left to her--and I don't think she'd live.

And do you know, I believe I've done a favor for Miss Betty in getting myself shot; Carewe will never come back.

Tom, was ever a man's knavery so exactly the architect of his own destruction as mine?
And for what gain?
Just the excitement of the comedy from day to day!--for she was sure to despise me as soon as she knew--and the desire to hear her voice say another kindly thing to me--and the everlasting perhaps in every woman, and this one the Heart's Desire of all the world! Ah, well! Tell me--I want to hear it from you--how many hours does the doctor say ?" "Hours, Crailey ?" Tom's hand twitched pitifully in the other's feeble grasp.
"I know it's only a few." "They're all fools, doctors!" exclaimed Vanrevel, fiercely.
"No, no.