How little you can know of love, if you say it mars your art! Without your art, you are nothing.

I would have made you famous, splendid, magnificent.

The world would have worshipped you, and you would have borne my name.

What are you now?
A third-rate actress with a pretty face." The girl grew white, and trembled.

She clenched her hands together, and her voice seemed to catch in her throat.