Not you, maybe--but what you stand for.
What I could get out of life, if I was straight and lived clean, and had a little woman like you.

It may not be you at all; that's as you--" He stopped as if some one had laid a hand over his mouth.

It was not as she said.

It might have been, only for that drunken marriage of his.
Never before had he hated whisky as bitterly as he did then, when he remembered what it had done for him that night in Sunset, and what it was doing now.

It closed his lips upon what he would have given much to be able to say; for he was a man with all the instincts of chivalry and honor--and he loved the girl.