But I _do_ love you, God knows how or in what manner, but I love you, cur that I am--and I respect you--oh, more that you understand, Valerie.

And if I ask your mercy on such a man as I am, it is not because I deserve it." "My mercy, Louis ?" She rose to her knees and laid both hands on his shoulders.
"You _are_ only a man, dear--with all the lovable faults and sins and contradictions of one.

But there is no real depravity in you any more than there is in me.

Only--I think you are a little more selfish than I am--you lose self-command--" she blushed--"but that is because you are only a man after all....

I think, perhaps, that a girl's love is different in many ways.