All we know positive is that she must have been a drug fiend long before he ever married her, and that he stuck to her for better or for worse until she died and was buried.

Some men are like that, you know, a few of 'em.

When a thing once belongs to 'em, no matter what it is or how little it's worth, they'll go through fire and water for the sake of it--and it makes no difference whether it's a woman or a railroad or a dog or a mine.

They've got the sense of responsibility like a disease.

You see, Mr.O'Hara is that sort, and you might as well try to turn a steam roller as to start to reason him out of a notion.