If you--marry me, must you forego all those great things you speak of--your profession, your family, your future ?" "Don't let's talk about it, Necia; I've got you, and--" "Please answer me," she urged.

"I thought I understood, but I'm afraid I don't.

I thought it was my being a breed that stood in the way--" "There's nothing in the way--" "-- that I wasn't good enough.

I knew I could overcome that; I knew I could make myself grow to your level, but I didn't think my blood would fetter you and make this difference.

I suppose I am putting it awkwardly, because I'm not sure that I quite understand it myself yet.
Things seem different now, somehow, than they did before." "Nonsense!" exclaimed the soldier.