I was soured in the making, I think"-- laughing rather forlornly.

"I don't trust love.

It's the thing that hurts and tortures and breaks a woman--as my mother was hurt and tortured and broken." She paused.

"No, preserve me from falling in love!" she added more lightly.

"'A Loaf of Bread, and Thou beside me in the Wilderness' doesn't appeal to me in the least." "It will one day," retorted Gillian oracularly.