You are not like him.

It is enough for me that you want it so.

Mr.Sterling," she continued, looking up; and there were tears in her eyes that contradicted the hardness of her language, "you might not pity him if you knew my history; perhaps you would not wonder at some things you hear.

No; it is useless to ask me why it must be so.

You can't make a life over--society wouldn't let you if you would--and mine must be lived as it is.