He had plenty of money and hinted of mysterious sources for more.
At this Lenore hid her face, and while she fell back in pretended distress, she really wanted to laugh.

She had learned something new in these few days, and that was to hate.
"Oh no! no!" she murmured.

"I--I can't think of that--yet." "But why not ?" he demanded, in shrill violence.

His gloved hand clenched on the tool he held.
"Mother has been so unhappy--with my brother Jim--off to the war.

I--I just couldn't--now.