"I suppose it's hard work that keeps me from thinking about the past," she reflected while she watched Patty's beautiful face framed by the pale gold of her hair.

"I suppose it's work that has driven everything else out of my thoughts." "Have you any idea what became of Florrie ?" she asked, moved by a passing curiosity.
"She left George for a very rich man she met in London.

I believe he had a wife already, but things like that never stood in Florrie's way." "It's queer, isn't it, because she really has a kind heart." "Yes, she is kind-hearted when you don't get in her way, but she was born without any morality just as some people are born without any sense of smell or hearing.

I know several women over here who are like that--American women, too--and, do you know, they are all surprisingly successful.

Nobody seems to suspect their infirmity, least of all the men who become their victims." "I sometimes think," observed Gabriella cynically, "that men like women to be without feeling.