You can't do that," replied Wade.
"How do you know what I can do ?" she queried, struggling with her helplessness.
"Why, child, I know you better than you know yourself." "Wilson, he's right, he's right!" she cried.

"That's why it's so terrible for me now.

He knows my very heart.

He reads my soul....

I can _never_ love Jack Belllounds.