That would be pleasant enough.
"I am ashamed of myself," he was saying, "to pursue you in this way.
You have given me no encouragement, I know.

But whenever I go to New York and bone down to work, something tells me to come back and try again." Lucy did not answer, and there was a brief silence.
"Of course I'm a fool,"-- prodding the ground with his stick.

"But if a man were in a jail cell and knew that the sun was shining just outside, he'd keep on beating at the wall." "Your life is not a jail cell.

It's very comfortable, I think." "It has been bare enough.

I have had a hard fight to live at all.