"But I must conquer it.

O Arthur, Arthur!" Her voice was tremulous now, and her strange hazel eyes streamed sorrowful reproach.

"How could you think sordidly of what was sacred and holy to me, of what I thought was holy to us both?
You couldn't, if you had been the man I imagined you were." "Don't blame a fellow for every loose word he utters when he's all upset, Janet," he pleaded.

"Put yourself in my place.

Suppose you found you hadn't anything at all--found it out suddenly, when all along you had been thinking you'd never have to bother about money?
Suppose you--But you must know how the world, how all our friends, look on that sort of thing.