There is no common meeting ground between us.

Let me go." He looked at her full in the face, his own features softened, relenting for a time, as though her appeal had touched either his mental or his moral nature.

Then slowly, as he saw the excellence of her, standing there, his face dropped back into its iron mold.
"You are a wonderful woman," he said, "wonderful.

You set me on fire--and it's only eight o'clock in the morning.

I could crush you--I could tear you to pieces.