He loved her, but for a time he must be cautious.

To begin with, he would not have her think he made a claim.
"You're not very logical," he replied carelessly.

"When I took the job I undertook to earn my pay.

Cartwright sends me off to float the wreck, and if it's possible, I must make good." "I am logical," Barbara declared, while her color came and went.

"One thinks one does one's best, but sometimes when the strain comes, one can do better.