If you and Carrie came up--just at first--I couldn't do the best for myself--I couldn't, I tell you.

And of course I mean the best for _you_, in the long run.
If I go, I must succeed.

And if I can give all my mind, I _shall_ succeed.

Don't you think I shall ?' He drew away from her abruptly--holding her at arm's length, scrutinising her face almost with hostility.
'Yes,' said Phoebe, slowly, 'Yes, of course you'll succeed--if you don't quarrel with people.' 'Quarrel,' he repeated, angrily.

'You're always harping on that--you're always so _afraid_ of people.