She has a perfect genius for selecting the wrong man; and she's already sorry for this one.

I'm sorry for Stephen, too; but it's safe for me to be." "She might make something of him." "You know perfectly well no woman ever did make anything of a doomed man.

He'd kill her--I mean it, Kemp! He would literally kill her with grief.

She isn't like Leila Mortimer; she isn't like most girls of her sort.

You men think her a rather stunning, highly tempered, unreasonable young girl, with a reserve of sufficiently trained intelligence to marry the best our market offers--and close her eyes;--a thoroughbred with the caprices of one, but also with the grafted instinct for proper mating." "Well, that's all right, isn't it ?" asked Ferrall.