She gave him hers and he pressed it warmly.
"Are you going to give up the house now that it's useless ?" she asked.
"Do you wish me to ?" "What have I to do with it ?" "Zora Middlemist," said he, "I'm a superstitious man in some things.

You have everything to do with my success.

Sooner than forfeit your respect I would set fire to every stick I possessed.

I would give up everything I had in the world except my faith in the Cure." "Wouldn't you give up that--if it were necessary so as to keep my respect ?" she asked, prompted by the insane devil that lurks in the heart of even the most sainted of women and does not like its gracious habitat to be reckoned lower than a quack ointment.

It is the same little devil that makes a young wife ask her devoted husband which of the two he would save if she and his mother were drowning.