Above all, that woman is pure and chaste." "Who is she, that one woman, Malcolm?
Who is she ?" asked the girl, leaning forward in her chair and looking at me eagerly with burning eyes.
"You are already a vain girl, Dorothy, and I shall not tell you who that one woman is," I answered laughingly.
"No, no, Malcolm, I am not vain in this matter.

It is of too great moment to me for the petty vice of vanity to have any part in it.

You do not understand me.

I care not for my beauty, save for his sake.

I long to be more beautiful, more fascinating, and more attractive than she--than any woman living--only because I long to hold John--to keep him from her, from all others.