You have no heart, you have only sentiment and imagination.

No--no, you could not be true.

You could never know how." Suddenly a tempest of fire seemed to burn in his eyes, in his whole being.

His face flushed: his eyes gleamed; his hands were thrust out with passion.
"Will you not understand that were I as foul as hell, a woman like you would make me clean again?
The wild sin of our youth has eaten into the soul of my life.

You think I have been indifferent to you and to our boy.