Her eyes are not penetrating enough to look through the tinsel and glitter with which wealth conceals the worthlessness of the man." "Ah! you are jealous.

There is a rival." "You, alone, can use those words, and not excite my anger," said Hendrickson.
"Forgive me if they have fallen upon your ears unpleasantly." "A rival, Mrs.Denison!" the young man spoke proudly.

"That is something _I_ will never have.

The woman's heart that can warm under the smile of another man, is nothing to me." "You are somewhat romantic, Paul, in your notions about matrimony.
You forget that women are 'only' women." "But I do _not_ forget, Mrs.Denison, that as you have so often said to me, there are true marriages in which the parties are drawn towards each other by sexual affinities peculiar to themselves; and that a union in such cases, is the true union by which they become, in the language of inspiration, 'one flesh.' I can enter into none other.

When I first met Jessie Loring, a spirit whispered to me--was it a lying spirit ?--a spirit whispered to me--'the beautiful complement of your life!' I believed on the instant.