What have you done, ever done, that hasn't been FOR me ?" "Many things; more than I can tell you--things you've only to think of for yourself.

What do you make of all that I've done for myself ?" "'Yourself'?
--" She brightened out with derision.
"What do you make of what I've done for American City ?" It took her but a moment to say.

"I'm not talking of you as a public character--I'm talking of you on your personal side." "Well, American City--if 'personalities' can do it--has given me a pretty personal side.

What do you make," he went on, "of what I've done for my reputation ?" "Your reputation THERE?
You've given it up to them, the awful people, for less than nothing; you've given it up to them to tear to pieces, to make their horrible vulgar jokes against you with." "Ah, my dear, I don't care for their horrible vulgar jokes," Adam Verver almost artlessly urged.
"Then there, exactly, you are!" she triumphed.

"Everything that touches you, everything that surrounds you, goes on--by your splendid indifference and your incredible permission--at your expense." Just as he had been sitting he looked at her an instant longer; then he slowly rose, while his hands stole into his pockets, and stood there before her.