But I shouldn't like to see YOU do it.

Does that comfort you--like the woman you prayed the Lord for ?" "It does," gasped Kent.

"But why the devil, Miss Marette--" "Marette," she corrected again.
"Yes, Marette--why the devil have you come to see me at just the moment I'm due to explode?
And what's your other name, and how old are you, and what do you want of me ?" "I haven't any other name, I'm twenty, and I came to get acquainted with you and see what you are like." "Bully!" exclaimed Kent.

"We're getting there fast! And now, why ?" The girl drew her chair a few inches nearer, and for a moment Kent thought that her lovely mouth was trembling on the edge of a smile.
"Because you have lied so splendidly to save another man who was about to die." "Et tu, Brute!" sighed Kent, leaning back against his pillows.

"Isn't it possible for a decent man to kill another man and not be called a liar when he tells about it?
Why do so many believe that I lie ?" "They don't," said the girl.