I don't refuse to meet your friends.

I shall love to, when I can be so dressed that I will not shame you.

Until that times comes, if you are the gentleman you appear to be, you will wait without urging me further." "I must be a man, in order to be a gentleman," said the Harvester.

"And it is because the man in me is in hot rebellion against more loneliness, pain, and suffering for you, that the conventions become chains I do not care how soon or how roughly I break.

If only you could be induced to say the word, I tell you I could bring one of God's gentlest women to you." "And probably she would come in a dainty gown, in her carriage or motor, and be disgusted, astonished, and secretly sorry for you.