They are never satisfied unless they can kill something--a bird, a fox or a woman.

I'm a man myself and I know!" "YOU would kill a woman ?" Manella's voice was a horrified whisper.
Gwent laughed.
"No,--not I, my child! I'm too old.

I've done with love-making and 'sport' of all kinds.

I don't even drive a golf-ball, in make-believe that it's a woman I'm hitting as fast and far as I can.

Oh, yes!--you stare!--you are wondering why, if I have such ideas, I should suggest love-making and marriage to YOU,--well, I don't actually recommend it!--but I'm rather thinking more of your 'god' than of you.