'If it comes to that though, I fancy you'd have some trouble in disposing of me against my will.' 'Do you think I'd ever want you against your will! No.

I'd sooner cut the whole show, and let you scorn me at a distance as much as you pleased.' 'I--scorn you! ...

I wouldn't scorn you.' 'And even your scorn wouldn't kill my love,' he said, in that moved voice that was so unlike his ordinary utterance--'because there's nothing in the Universe, so far as I know it, that would be able to do that.

Why, it seems to me that my feeling for you is as much a part of myself as the very blood in my heart.

I knew you were the only woman in the world for me the moment I saw you--so slim and small and strange, the very contrary of what I'd always thought would be the kind of woman I'd be in love with--that day when you came walking along that gangway behind Lady Tallant.