I like it best." The curt, distinct words were too absolute to admit of any doubt.
Sylvia breathed a short, hard sigh.
"I wonder," she said, "if it would be very wrong to marry a person you only like." "Marriage is a risk--in any case," said Burke.

"But if you're not blindly in love, you can at least see where you are going." "I can't," she said rather piteously.
"You're afraid of me," he said.
"No, not really--not really.

It's almost as big a risk for you as for me.

You haven't bothered about--my morals, have you ?" Her faint laugh had in it a sound of tears.
The hands that held her wrists closed with a steady pressure.

"I haven't," said Burke with simplicity.
"Thank you," she said.