I don't know how you have formed it.

You know nothing of what it means to me to love such a girl as Cecily.

Here I have found my rest.

It supplies me with no new qualities, but it strengthens those I have.

You picture me being unfaithful to Cecily--deserting her, becoming brutal to her?
There must be a strange prejudice in your mind to excite such images." He examined Mallard's face.