They are the only care-free, really happy ones of the world, the only wives without a big, poison, blue-bottle fly in their ointment." "I detest flies!" said the Girl.
"So do I," said the doctor.

"For this reason I say to you choose the ointment that never had one in it.

Take the man who is 'master of his fate, captain of his soul.' Stick to the Harvester! He is infinitely the better man!" "Well have you seen anything to indicate that I wasn't sticking ?" asked the Girl.
"No.

And for your sake I hope I never will." She laughed softly.
"You do love him, Ruth ?" "As I did my mother, yes.

There is not a trace in my heart of the thing he calls love." "You have been stunted, warped, and the fountains of life never have opened.