"One of the ends is yours, so that you'll act WITH me.

If I wind you up so that you go--!" "You'll just happily sit and watch me spin?
Thank you! THAT will be my reward ?" Nanda rose on this from her chair as with the impulse of protest.
"Shan't you care for my gratitude, my admiration ?" "Oh yes"-- Mitchy seemed to muse.

"I shall care for THEM.

Yet I don't quite see, you know, what you OWE to Aggie.

It isn't as if--!" But with this he faltered.
"As if she cared particularly for ME?
Ah that has nothing to do with it; that's a thing without which surely it's but too possible to be exquisite.