But there are no thrills; it's just steady, sober, common sense that I should love you, and I do.

Why can't you be satisfied with what I can give, David ?" "Because it's husks and ashes," said the Harvester grimly.

"You drive me to desperation, Ruth.

I am almost wild for your love, but what you offer me is plain, straight affection, nothing more.

There isn't a trace of the feeling that should exist between man and wife in it.