Do you know you have always made me think of the American spirit at its best--of its unquenchable youth, its gallantry, its self-reliance--" They walked back slowly through the hot, close streets, and sat for an hour beside her window-sill on which a rose geranium was blooming in an earthen pot.

Now and then a breeze entered warily, stealing the fragrance from the rose geranium, and rippling the dark, straying tendrils of Gabriella's hair.

By the dim light she saw the wistful pallor of his face, and his blue eyes, with their exalted look, which moved her heart to an inexpressible tenderness.
"You are so different from other physicians," she said in perplexity, "I can't think of you as one, no matter how hard I try.

All the others I have known, even old Dr.Walker, were materialists." "Well, I got in some way.

There are fools in every school, I suppose.
But if it's any comfort to you, they've done their best to get rid of me.