That's the odd part of it, for I feel as though I had seen you for years and years and knew everything about you that one human being can know of another.

Of course, too, I do know a good lot of your life through George and Harut." "Harut was a great liar," I said uneasily.
"Was he?
I always thought him painfully truthful, though how he got at the truth I do not know.

Anyhow," she added with meaning, "don't suppose I think the worse of you because others have thought so well.

Women who seem to be all different, generally, I notice, have this in common.

If one or two of them like a man, the rest like him also because something in him appeals to the universal feminine instinct, and the same applies to their dislike.