But don't let us get lost in dialectics.

I want to see what I can see, so tell me about this woman." "Not a very tasteful topic," Corliss objected.
"But I seek knowledge." "Nor can it be wholesome knowledge." Frona tapped her foot impatiently, and studied him.
"She is beautiful, very beautiful," she suggested.

"Do you not think so ?" "As beautiful as hell." "But still beautiful," she insisted.
"Yes, if you will have it so.

And she is as cruel, and hard, and hopeless as she is beautiful." "Yet I came upon her, alone, by the trail, her face softened, and tears in her eyes.

And I believe, with a woman's ken, that I saw a side of her to which you are blind.