Happy is the man who loves and is loved of a plain woman; for she will take her own lack of beauty into consideration, and give him more than most beautiful women have it in their power to give.
"Of course," Catrina went on, with a sudden anger which surprised herself, "I cannot stop you from doing this at Osterno, though I think it is wicked; but I can prevent you from doing it here, and I certainly shall!" Paul shrugged his shoulders.
"As you like," he said.

"I thought you cared more about the peasants." "I do not care a jot about the peasants," she answered passionately, "as compared--It is you I am thinking about, not them.

I think you are selfish, and cruel to your friends." "My friends have never shown that they are consumed with anxiety on my account." "That is mere prevarication.

Leave that to Herr Steinmetz and such men, whose business it is; you don't do it well.

Your friends may feel a lot that they do not show." She spoke the words shortly and sharply.