Well, bad as she is, she's fond of me in her way.

I don't think she's ever gone loose with any man; this is only a craze, I'm sure.

She wanted me, and she meant to have me." His mother protested: "No pure, straight, honest girl would--" Carnac laughed bitterly, and interrupted.

"Don't talk that way, mother.
The girl was brought up among exiles and political criminals in the purlieu of Montmartre.

What's possible in one place is impossible in another.