It grips hold of you--grips hold very tight," he added in a lower tone.
"I wonder," she said, "whether there is anything in the world which would tempt you to break away from it." He struck the desk at which he was sitting, suddenly, with his clenched fist.

His face was still colourless, but his black eyes held a touch of fire.
"Don't!" he said.

"I am not such a slave, after all, as to love my chains; but don't you understand that one gets into this morass, and one can keep a foothold only by struggling." "Is that how it is with you, Norris ?" she asked.
"Yes!" he answered, with a sudden fierceness.

"Six months ago I think that I might have freed myself.

I shouldn't have been a rich man, but over there in Europe, where people have learned how to live, wealth isn't in the least necessary.