"I wonder if somewhere in this world there is one man who could accept me for a comrade." "But you are a woman just the same," he began, "and there are certain conventions, certain decencies--" She sprang up and stamped her foot.
"Do you know what I'd like to say ?" she demanded.
"Yes," he smiled, "you'd like to say, 'Damn petticoats!'" She nodded her head ruefully.
"That's what I wanted to say, but it sounds different on your lips.

It sounds as though you meant it yourself, and that you meant it because of me." "Well, I am going to bed.

But do, please, think over my proposition, and let me know in the morning.

There's no use in my discussing it now.

You make me so angry.