And you're afraid if I live on, I'll lose more, maybe everything.

Do you deny it ?" Matilda was unable to speak.

She had known he was less rich; but half!--"maybe less!" The cuirass of steel, whalebone, kid, and linen which molded her body to a fashionable figure seemed to be closing in on her heart and lungs with a stifling clutch.
"No, you don't deny it.

You couldn't," Whitney drawled on.

"And so my 'indulgent father' damned foolishness ends just where I might have known it'd end.