I tried to tell her that I loved no one but her.

She pointed out that I must have said much the same sort of thing to Emma.

She said she was almost as sorry for Emma as she was for herself.

When Lucy got through with me, Tom, I looked like thirty cents and felt like twenty-five of that was plugged.
"I didn't have sense enough to know that it was most of it grief over her grandfather, and nerves and hysteria, and the fact that she was only eighteen years old and lonely, and that being a bride had a certain amount to do with it.

She had told me that I was a beast, and made me feel like one; and I took the whole thing hard and believed her.